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Title: [NieR Automata] Emotions Are Prohibited Chapter title: Android-Hips-Are-Made-For-Thrusting Story Description: 9S can't keep his emotions under control, so 2B has to 'discipline' him. I have a Patreon! Champion of Venus is a lewd visual novel about goddesses, girlcock, and throatfucking. Play it here. Original: Huge Breasts Story Content: "Hey, careful!" 9S called as a rung snapped off the rusty ladder, leaving 2B hanging by a hand. The expression on her face remained placid, her pink lips pursing slightly as she looked down, judged the distance...and dropped. The platform crumpled slightly when she landed, her machine weight driving the centuries-aged steel inwards, but other than that she touched down with catlike grace - falling into a deep squat, her thick, pale thighs pushing the hem of her black skirt up over her asscheeks, bringing 9S once again face-to-face with his own desperate crush. He trembled as 2B lingered in that position, gloved fingertips barely touching the ground, her thick pale cheeks on display, before rising and turning to face him. "This facility is unstable," she said. "We should keep moving."' "R-Right..." 9S followed 2B as she marched away, slender arms swinging by her sides. Eventually they passed beyond the old plant's boundaries and out onto solid earth, encountering no more enemies as they made their way back into the city proper. 9S fidgeted and squirmed: he couldn't remove the sight of 2B's rear from his head. Was there something wrong with him? The bulge deforming his shorts made it difficult to walk in a straight line. He tried to hide his unsteadiness, but soon his partner noticed he was trailing behind. She stopped in the middle of the overgrown street, swivelled on a heel, and crossed her arms beneath her burgeoning breasts. Her gaze heavy upon him. "9S," she said sternly. "Were you damaged during the last fight?” “Ah...no... This is just...” 9S bit his lip and avoided her gaze, standing with his body half-turned so she couldn’t see his bulge. At least, that was the idea. The warping in his pants was so substantial that it could have been detected from behind, his ungodly-huge cock throbbing and raging against its restraints. The enraging tingling in his shaft could not be ignored: his fuckslab wanted to lodge itself in a hole and pound away, emptying his balls again and again until he was sated. Beads of sweat rolled down 9S’s brow and beneath his shirt as he fidgeted, all too aware of the crimson blush on his cheeks. 2B observed him silently for a while, her skirts whipping this way and that in the wind. Eventually she extended an arm, her gloved palm turned upwards and extended her fingers toward him. “I want to see your diagnostic data.” 9S reluctantly touched her hand, felt her fingers close around his wrist and squeeze tight. Reading him like a book... Her lips pressed into a straight line, and 9S was trying to figure out if it was disgust he detected in her expression when she spoke again. “Follow me.” She strode into the nearest building, through its ruined doorway and into the shadows, forcing 9S to hurry after her. They climbed a flight of stairs and turned into a room with a long, empty window-frame. The light of the sun flooded through the canopy of a tree and into the dusty room, which 2B’s pod was dutifully hoovering as 9S stepped inside. 2B was waiting for him, peering down at him from behind her enigmatic blindfold, her feelings unknowable. “You know emotions are prohibited,” she said, tapping her fingers on her elbows. “How many times do I need to remind you?” “I-I’m sorry, I just...” 9S didn’t know what to say, and so trailed into silence. 2B sighed and shook her head, her arms unwrapping in a gesture of futility. “Very well. Since this could affect your mission performance, you leave me no choice. As your partner, I’m going to drain you until there’s nothing left but an obedient YorHa soldier.” 9S blinked. “...Huh?” he asked, but 2B was already striding toward him, grasping his collar, pushing him back against a wall. As he opened his mouth to protest, 2B lunged down – and covered his lips with her own. 9S tensed, rising on his tiptoes as 2B kissed him with powerful suction, sliding her tongue deep into his mouth. Her breasts pressed against his front, squishing her cleavage up to their chins, and her free hand held his side, refusing to let go. 9S struggled at first, but amidst the heat of 2B’s kiss his guard swiftly melted away. He settled down on the balls of his feet...his shoulders lowered...and he began to suck desperately at her sweet, silky lips. The moment he started to reciprocate was the moment 2B broke the kiss, leaning back with a long strand of drool hanging between their mouths. She breathed heavily for a moment, lips slightly parted from her teeth, before dropping into a squat before him. 9S watched in amazement as 2B undid his shorts, exposing the vast, coiled bridge of his pool tube-like cock with deft movements of her agile fingers. Once his shorts were loose enough, his cock simply burst free of its restraint, surging up against her face and chest with a fleshy SLAP! A wave pleasure razed through 9S, and he moaned as an audible glurch of cum shot from his tip, roping creamily up 2B’s bare collarbone, cheek, and blindfold. She leaned back slightly in shock, one hand resting on the base of 9S’s throbbing monstrosity, for the first time displaying surprise at her partner’s raw size and output. “This may be more trouble than it’s worth,” she said at last, wrapping her hand partway around his cock and giving it a squeeze. 9S trembled, watching her fail to encapsulate his girth in one hand, instead seizing him top and bottom and pumping him two-handed, wringing his shaft in alternate strokes. Her lips hovered over his cream-drooling tip, brushing lightly through the seed bubbling from his urethra before smushing firmly around his cockslit and slurping on his pre. Once 2B began to suck, she ramped things up at an alarming pace: spreading her pink lips around his broad cockhead, stuffing her cheeks to bulging, giving off faint, muffled groans as she bobbed her head on his pulsing rod. “2B!” 9S cried in shrill delight, tipping his head back against the wall. One hand rested atop 2B’s bouncing head, the other grasping his shaft and helping her to stroke it while she stretched her maw further and further, extending her jaw to the limit, bringing her mouth to a veritable gape by the time her slender neck filled out with monstercock. “Glghh...” 2B paused for a moment on his cock, drool trickling from her stretched lips, one grey eye peering up at 9S from behind her slightly dishevelled blindfold – before resuming at twice the speed. “Mmn...glbh...gluh-gluh-glahh-gluh...” Her neck danced in and out, throating the expanse of 9S’s cock closer and closer to the hilt, sheathing his meat in the hot, slippery pleasure of her skilled gullet with every push. 9S was losing his mind with pleasure, his hefty grapefruits jostled between his smooth, pale thighs, lines of saliva trickling down their curves and then dripping into the shorts crumpled around his ankles. He knitted his fingers in 2B’s white hair, his moans ringing out of the window as she baked him in the greatest pleasure he’d ever experienced. “2B...2B, I’m about to---hhn!” 9S clenched his teeth and pitched sharply forward – and to 2B’s surprise, RAMMED his hips all the way up to her face, surrounding her jaw with his sleek thighs and huge, neck-swaddling nuts as he reached his climax. 2B clung to his legs at first, but the moment she felt that first SPURT hit her stomach, her arms dropped limp by her sides and she leaned against her partner, giving herself to this new sensation. 9S’s load was immense, thundering down her throat and into her belly in wild torrents, one rope firing before the last had even finished, filling her stomach to the very brim with rich, white seed. 2B clutched her middle, feeling it swell outwards around the boy’s gargantuan load, growing big and round and turgid with seed. Her dress strained, the fabric barely holding on as 2B began to resemble a heavily pregnant woman. And still it came, 9S’s tide rushing into her and through her, dizzying...and more pleasurable than 2B had ever imagined. When 9S finally stopped cumming, he sagged forward over her head, his brain so fried with bliss that he didn’t notice the saliva drooping from his panting lips. He rocked gently back and forth, little shudders running through his petite body, basking in this balls-deep sensation...until he felt a tap on his thigh. “Oh...2B...” he murmured, and began to wrench his hips back, hooking his thumbs inside 2B’s stretched maw to help twist and wring her head off of his meat. Her throat gagged and squelched, cum oozing from her nostrils, her body limp as a doll’s as he pried her back. When he finally managed to dislodge from her throat, the internal pressure caused made her spew a miniature geyser of spunk down the front of her body, gurrrgling as the creamy excess sloshed forth. Her belly barely shrank, and when she finally stopped blasting 9S’s seed she resembled a used toy more than a proud YorHa soldier, her cum-drenched tits heaving in and out under her defiled dress. “Haa...haa..!” her deep wheezes grew shallower by the second, her wits slowly returning to her. 9S knew retribution was coming as soon as 2B came to her senses, and that there was no escape; all he could do was wait, a sinking feeling entering his chest as 2B got a heel beneath her...pushed herself to her feet...and leaned with her hands on the wall next to his head. “9S...” she said, her voice bubbling through layers of oozing spunk. “Your recent actions...are unacceptable.” She groaned and gave a cummy belch. “Lie on the floor...and prepare yourself for discipline. I’m going to ride you...until you learn your lesson...or until you die.” By the time she spoke those last words, her lips were next to 9S’s earlobe, dripping his own warm splooge onto his shoulder. As she stepped back, 9S obeyed – shivering as he sat, and then sprawled on his back with his huge, rock-hard fuckhammer pointed at the ceiling. Even without contact, just boiling under 2B’s gaze, it twitched and spurted a massive rope of cream as high as her head before lashing down across the floor. He moaned tenderly; just one orgasm wasn’t enough to sate the Support Unit in his current state, a fact 2B understood perfectly. Her tongue emerged from her lips and slid a slow, sultry circuit around them – that one muscle revealing her true emotions while the rest of her face remained expressionless – before stepping over 9S and planting her heels beside his waist. One hand tugged her leotard aside, exposing her sleek, pale pussy and twitching asshole to the tip of 9S’s cock...and then she lowered herself to introduce them. When her womanhood kissed his cockhead, he hissed and sprayed another jet of seed – this one spurting up her belly and between her breast, emerging from under her dress to splatter her chin. 2B hummed and placed a hand on his chest, crouching over him with her perfect, bouncy rear at the ready. There was no question of her intent: once she began to ride, resistance would be futile. Slowly, she levered her wide, powerful hips forward, pressing 9S’s cock towards him until her breasts were over his face, her lips in his hair. Then, with a simple flex of her hips, she slipped his cockhead inside of her. “Nngh...” 9S moaned, his voice muffled by the silky skin crushed around his face, 2B’s delicious cleavage. Her hand slid around the back of his head and untied his blindfold, revealing his pleasure-strained eyes. Once again she licked her lips, and he knew the moment had come. 2B lurched back with such force that his cock had no option but the PLUNGE into her waiting womanhood, spearing her on his brutally huge fuckhammer in a beautiful moment of insertion. A low moan burst through her lips, immediately throttled by kissing 9S hard and deep. Their tongues stabbed frantically at one another, their hands roaming each other’s bodies in a moment of pure, shared bliss. Once 2B was firmly mounted on 9S’s monstercock, she pushed herself partway up...primed her hips...and began to ride him without mercy. Her ass smashed up and down in killer strikes, her cheeks bouncing up and down and then clapping noisily with each powerful pump. SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK! Sweat flew off her pale, bounding cheeks as her pussy milked 9S like the cum-cow he was. Overwhelmed with pleasure, 9S wailed out loud – until 2B wrapped his blindfold around his head, this time tugging the fabric tight into his mouth. His moans muffled, completely under 2B’s control, the poor twink had no choice but to endure the earth-shaking blows of 2B’s hips. Cum and nectar spurted from her stuffed cunt, splattering trails on the floor behind their mating groins. When 2B kissed his face, swiping her long pink tongue in hungry trails across his skin, 9S bit the gag and groaned as he erupted mad sputters of pre into 2B’s womb, painting it white. She moaned in his ear and bit his neck in response, stir-crazy with lust for her squirming partner. 9S was shocked to feel 2B grabbing his legs and lifting them around her hips...higher and higher...until he was trapped in a mating press beneath her, his sleek bare legs framing his torso between them. 2B’s asscheeks drilled down over his in a wobbling, clapping assault, punishing his own cheeks until it seemed like she was flattening them into the ground, driving him into a state of pure, eye-rolling ecstasy. Drool crept down his chin as he gnashed at his gag, unused to such an extreme level of pleasure – more than his small body could hope to contain. 2B held his ankles like handlebars and fucked him into the ground, collisions causing dust to swirl outwards across the floor, hammering her asscheeks down on his punished balls. Suddenly 9S cried out, his voice hoarse, as he hit another blindingly blissful orgasm. “Hnnnghh---!” He erupted inside her, dense gluts of seed washing her womb, filling it, bloating it far beyond its normal dimensions. 2B didn’t stop riding him not even as her belly swelled further than before: in fact, she sped up, pushing her own limits, her hips becoming a blur as she SLAPSLAPSLAPCLAP fucked him harder and faster SLAPSLAPSLAP moaning in the depths of pleasure SLAPSLAPCLOPSLAP her tongue flicking outside her mouth in wild circles as SLAPCLAPCLAPCLAP she drilled 9S’ pelvis with a barrage of savage blows! Suddenly she was cumming too, teeth clenching, rocking forward so her forehead rested on 9S’s as she squirted like a silly whore, her clenches and spurts adding to the thick sludge oozing out the corners of her hungry pussylips. 9S moaned into her lips, kissing her hard and tight, and she kissed him back as they lay there, filling and being filled by one another, basking in each other’s bodies... 2B’s weight settled atop 9S. Slowly, still pinning his legs next to his torso, she cupped his smooth cheeks between her gloved hands and kissed his cheeks. “Mmm...” When her lips broke away, she saw 9S was barely concious, his eyes rolled back and eyelids drooping. She untied the gag and slowly dislodged herself from his cock, twisting her hips as she dragged them upwards, finally releasing the last inches of his bulky cock from her gripping insides. His limp pillar flopped over his thigh, finally spent, though still spitting the occasional wad of cream. “Well, 9S?” 2B asked softly, picking herself up while clutching her bloated cum-gut. “I hope you’ve learned your lesson. If you haven’t...well...we’ll need to do this all over again, won’t we?” She turned and walked to the window, peering out over the city while hot cum gushed down her thighs and spread out into a pool around her heels. Behind her, finally allowed to lay flat on the floor, 9S moaned toward the ceiling. He was completely exhausted – and, for the first time in a very long time, completely sated.
Title: [NSFW]{Yuri, Bondage} Do You Trust Me Chapter title: Do-You-Trust-me Story Description: Riza Hawkeye and Maria Ross have a night of bondage exploration together as a couple. ♥ Anime & Manga: Fullmetal Alchemist Story Content: This is a commissioned piece for Sitrax. The characters represented are altered forms of their original characters, set in an altered universe as imagined by the commissioner and myself. Please note that there may be some cannon elements, but not all details will be. --- Maria rested her head on Riza's shoulder and felt herself start to doze off. They had watched a movie together, then had a go at some Rummy for a while before settling down to watch whatever else was on TV. By the way, Riza got her butt beat. Maria was pretty quiet about her strengths, but card game strategy was up there on the list of them. Maria sighed, full from the delicious, grease-slathered pizza they'd ordered, and she could feel her lids starting to droop. Just as she was on the cusp of the dreamworld, a little voice in her head woke her up. You were going to show her tonight! She shook herself awake, as Riza giggled at her. “What?” the dark-haired girl asked. “You looked so cute. I swear you were starting to drool. Falling dream wake you up?” Maria paused. “No, it's not that.” She was trying to approach this delicately. She'd spent all day thinking about exactly how to go about it. More than that, she'd spent weeks thinking about it in general. “Silly girl.” Riza patted her arm, and her touch lingered, bringing warmth to the surface of Maria's forearm in response. She steeled her nerves and squared her shoulders. “Riza,” she paused, searching the blonde woman's face for a reaction the moment it occurred. “You know I told you I was interested in some rather non-conventional things, right?” She felt the breath leave her lungs too quickly while saying it, the end of her question sort of fading out. Riza's eyes narrowed only slightly, and a small smile teased at the corners of her lips. “Yes, I recall. Why are you asking though?” Maria fidgeted with the nails on her left hand, which were slightly short, having been worn down this week by biting them when she was anxiously mulling over this exact subject. “I just --” she caught herself, slowed her brain down by force, and tried to come back to it with a little more strength. “I want to show you something.” Riza seemed a bit fearless when she nodded and said “Sure, I'm up for seeing whatever. I'm not sure I'll understand it, but I'll gladly try.” Feeling the dread of an incoming rejection build in the pit of her stomach, Maria instantly regretted asking, but she had prepared in the event that the other girl agreed to letting her explain some of her interests. She led Riza to her room, where previously she had not been. The two had spent much time together, even stayed over at one another's housing overnight, unbeknownst to their superior officers, of course, but each time they'd slept at Maria's, the two used the pull-out couch. Maria always made the excuse that her room was messy, although it was anything but. She tried to keep her space as clean as possible, especially in the event of an inspection or the like. Maria could always tell Riza didn't believe her for a second, but the woman was kind enough never to dig deeper, preferring to respect her privacy and personal space. This time, however, Maria was finally letting her in. It was almost as though she were actually here for the first time, seeing the part of Maria's home that was the most reflective of her as a person. When she opened the door, the gentle smell of her clean laundry, freshly put away earlier in the day, combined with a soft house spray she used on the bed linens and curtains hit their noses in calming wave. It was a smell reminiscent of sitting atop a hill on a summer's day, flowers soaking up the sunshine as their wild, sweet scents were carried on a silken breeze. The smell in the rest of her flat was different. She preferred just to scrub everything else down with a more harsh chemical, especially her kitchen table and the stove, so there would be not a spot of food anywhere. Everything outside of this room was kept with a sort of utilitarian efficiency, reserving the comfort and softness for her most personal space. Another thing that likely stood out were the two wardrobes, in addition to the built-in closet. Someone like Riza, might be confused, as Maria didn't pride herself on being a fashionista or anything of the sort. The reason for so many wooden bodies meant to house clothing may reasonably confound others. In truth, these didn't so much house 'clothing', as they did gear. Some of it was technically meant to be worn, but it was nothing anyone else would be prepared to see. Thus, they were both locked. Her regular clothing and uniforms lived happily pressed and hung in the standard closet. Thankfully, she wouldn't be unlocking either wardrobe tonight. Providing things went okay, perhaps sometime in the future she'd open up enough to share those more delicate possessions with the blonde woman, but for now, she'd carefully set aside a few things in the top drawer of her night stand. Riza stayed at the door, looking around the room, seemingly soaking up every detail of the space around her. It gave Maria a chance to remove and line up the items from the drawer onto the bed. She motioned for Riza to join her, and she drifted over, eyes lowering to see what was on the bed before her. A small length of corded nylon rope, only about three feet in length, a strip of leather that was curved and somewhat wide, which looked soft in texture, and a small device with a rounded piece connected to a more squared piece with buttons sat cushioned on a grey comforter that was accented with purple lines. Maria studied Riza's face and saw the recognition at the more obvious sex toy, though she still looked puzzled. To her surprise, Riza reached forward to pick up the strip of leather. “What's this?” she asked, running her thumb over the material as she held it lightly in her hand. “It's a b-blinder,” Maria stuttered out, her voice hushed, cheeks suddenly flushed. She could feel the heat stinging her ears. “Oh, to wear like this?” Riza asked, as she slipped it over her head, grinning mischievously as though it were just a Halloween mask. Maria's breath sucked in. Riza looked breathtaking in it. Of course, everything about her was beautiful, but when her eyes, which were so captivating, were covered, her lips stood out as being fuller and softer than normal in stark contrast to the dark leather stretched across the top half of her face. “Y-yes, like that.” Maria trailed off. Before she was able to try to explain the rest of her items, Riza started walking around the room, her hands slightly pushed outward, tipping over as she bumped against the bed and giggled, fairly unlike her. “Woah, it is really dark in here. Are you training to fight without sight or something?” She snickered. Maria couldn't help a giggle escaping her lips as well, but she rushed forward to steady the other woman when she knocked her hip against the taller of he two wardrobes, which was made of a carved oak. “Ow,” Riza complained, rubbing the thigh through her sweater dress in response to the offending furniture. Maria steadied her with hands on her waist and touched lightly on the tender flesh of her hip. “Are you alright? Maybe you should take that off.” Riza lifted a corner of the blindfold and winked salaciously at Maria, lips upturned in a deceptively cute smile. “I suspect I'll make a full recovery, 'doctor',” she remarked with light sarcasm. Maria laughed nervously, and squeezed the girl's hip above the sore spot. “So,” she started, taking a steadying breath, “what do you think?” She felt herself wincing. “Is it too weird for you?” Riza shook her head. “No, it's fine, silly. I don't think there's anything scary about it, although I'm still not quite sure what you get out of it.” She was no longer smiling, though she didn't look disapproving either. After the space of a heartbeat, Maria asked something on a total whim. “Riza, do you trust me?” --- Riza let out a breath, halfway between a laugh and a scoff. “Of course I do, with my life if necessary.” Maria nodded and brought her fingers up to the blindfold, pushing it up as she pressed her lips to Riza's in a delicate, sweet kiss. She slowly coaxed the other woman to sit down on the bed near the rope and vibrator. With the push of a single finger against Riza's sternum, the blonde seemed to know naturally to let herself fall back against the bed. Maria touched Riza's thighs just above the knee, tenderly caressing her there. “Is this okay?” A slightly muffled “mhm” came in response, and Maria saw the reason was due to Riza biting her lip, a gesture that sent fire straight into Maria's abdomen. Emboldened, she stroked higher and higher, pushing her fingers against the soft skin and smoothly toned muscles of Riza's thighs. When she reached the smooth apex of Riza's feminine lips, she stroked there too, nothing how the woman's thighs repeatedly tensed and relaxed as Maria subtly pushed deeper into her folds. One touch against the rosebud of her clitoris, and Riza let out a breathless cry, a sound that made Maria achy in sharp pangs of want, to bring Riza pleasure with her touch. Softly, gently, she stroked against the blonde's smooth cleft, feeling the springy, puffiness of the skin and muscle there from her apparent arousal. Occasionally, Maria twisted her wrist 'round and brought the pad of her middle finger against Riza's most sensitive spot. Using her other hand, Maria warmed the vibrator against her cheek, and with gentle precision, she pressed it against Riza's entrance, rocking it slowly in as she teased and rubbed her clit. When it was in, Maria used ever fiber of self control she possessed to let her hands fall away and motion for Riza to sit up. In a daze, the other woman followed the silent orders. Maria used the softly corded rope to very loosely tie her hands together, with a length of rope between them, so she could move her arms independently, about eight inches apart, a small tie and single end of rope hanging off each wrist. Once completed, Maria stood and leaned to press and hand against the small of Riza's back as she helped her stand. The finishing touch was to pull the blindfold securely down over her eyes. In that moment, the bond between the two women grew closer than it had ever been. Without uttering a word, Riza conveyed her understanding of Maria's desires, having now experienced them firsthand. As Maria tweaked one of Riza's pert nipples through the fluffy fabric of her dress, the blonde hissed and whispered, “Everything feels so much... more!” “That's exactly the point. Isn't it exciting?” Maria asked, genuinely curious if Riza understood her feelings now. The blonde woman nodded vigorously. As a reward, Maria pushed a button on the controller, making the vibrator that was tucked deep within the luscious folds of Riza's womanhood rumble against her warm, wanting flesh. Her knees buckled, though she managed to stay standing, barely. “Let's go for a walk through my flat, shall we?” Maria asked, feeling a grin widen on her mouth, a bold tone taking root in her speech. There wasn't room for a “no” in response, however, as she tugged the controller, pulling the cord between it and the vibrator taut for a brief moment, forcing Riza to lurch forward toward Maria. Riza steadied herself by reaching out and grasping Maria's left forearm, and the two set off on their first real 'bonding' experience together. The End. ♥
Title: [One Piece] Blackbeard's Hoard Chapter title: Yar Story Description: After defeating the Strawhat pirates, Blackbeard enjoys some time with his newest treasures: Nami, Nico Robin, and Boa Hancock. NTR-heavy. I have a Patreon! Champion of Venus is a visual novel about a thicc NEET discovering the true meaning of perversion. Anime & Manga: One Piece Story Content: Luffy’s chains clanked abouthis ankles as he was driven, at swordpoint, through the bowels of the ship. The wooden hull creaked and groaned menacingly around him, as though the entire structure were a sea monster gloating its victory over the Strawhat pirates. Luffy grit his teeth and squared his shoulders, trying to keep his back straight despite the weeks of lousy food he’d endured. Every muscle in his body felt like a worn old rope, ready to snap at a moment’s notice. At last, his captors stopped him before a grand set of double doors. Great golden studs were driven through the lacquered red wood, presenting an imposing aperture to what was undoubtedly the captain’s treasure room. Luffy studied his captors out the corner of his vision. Could he take them down, even in his weakened state? He closed his eyes tightly and tried to steady his breathing, but just then, there was a deep, metallic clunk of a lock shifting, and the doors yawned open. Luffy was pushed forward by the sword-tip, forced to stagger forward into the glittering light of thousands of gold coins. They were piled up all along the walls, with various gems, sceptres, crowns, and candelabras littered amidst the heap. Luffy gulped at the mere sight of all that treasure; it was enough to bring a man to tears, even in his sorry state…or it would have been, if not for what lay directly before him. Sprawled out on a stack of kingly cloaks, guzzling the contents of a massive mug, was a monster of a man. Blackbeard lounged amidst his treasures, totally relaxed, paying no heed to his visitor even as he finished off his drink and gave a titanic belch. Around his legs were gathered three servile sluts, their faces masks of addicted pleasure, their necks, wrists, and ankles wrapped with golden bangles that symbolised they were as much his property as any gem or crown in his collection. It took Luffy a moment to register who they were. His eyes widened and his jaw dropped, staring in abject horror at his friends. Nami, Hancock, and Robin had put up a ferocious fight against Blackbeard when he’d attacked their ship, but now they knelt topless before him, their world-class tits on full display and gleaming with sweat as they pushed themselves against the giant’s grotesque body. To make things even worse, Blackbeard was dressed down. He wore nothing below the waist, and his colossal, bulky, unwashed monsterdick was on complete display, throbbing with energy as the three girls worshipped it. “Wh-What are you doing?” Luffy cried out in horror. “Get away from him! Stop it!” “Sorry, lad,” said Blackbeard, addressing him for the first time. “These lasses have found their true calling! There’s nothing you can say will turn ‘em from their purpose – they’re my crew now.” He cackled to himself, shaking his head as though he couldn’t handle how supremely joyous his victory was. “I’ll admit, you Strawhats gave me trouble for a while, but that’s past us now. Your ship’s part of my fleet, your crewmen are my slaves, and your women…” He smirked down at the three girls, who by now were lightly fighting over who got the honour of serving his cock. Nami seemed to win out, wrapping her tits around his pulsing fuckhammer and engulfing the tip in her maw, bulging out her left cheek. Her eyes never left Blackbeard’s, peering up at him with such love and devotion that Luffy recoiled in dread. Blackbeard pushed his fingers through Nami’s hair, then clamped down on her head and pushed. Nami’s eyes went wide as his brutally huge cock pressed against her tonsils, then slurched on through into her gullet, bulging her slender neck wide. She spasmed and shuddered and patted his thighs, but he kept on forcing her down until her lips kissed his pelvis, his balls smushed against her tits, and his cockhead was rooted in her stomach. The other girls looked on in jealousy as Nami gagged and spluttered on her new master’s cock. All the while, Blackbeard glared straight at Luffy. “This is what your resistance bought you. You fought the true master of the seas, and you fell. That’s all there is to it.” He grinned, showing all his crooked teeth. “That said – want to hear how I managed to turn these sluts around?” Luffy shook his head. He couldn’t process all of this – it was just too horrible – but when he tried to back away, he felt the swords at his back once again. Blackbeard wanted Luffy to hear this, and he wouldn’t take ‘no’ for an answer. “You probably want to hear how your girls fought valiantly,” Blackbeard said, still holding down Nami’s head, making her spit slimy ropes of drool down his balls as the oxygen drained from her lungs. She was desperate to breathe, but Blackbeard wouldn’t allow it. “And – aye, they did, but not for long. In fact, these beauties crumbled almost as soon as they laid eyes on my Jolly Roger…” “L-Let her go!” Luffy all but wheezed, starting forward. Blackbeard looked down, noticed Nami twitching weakly on his cock, and wrenched her off of him. Her face emerged from his dense bush of pubic hair, her eyes gleaming wet and tongue lolled out of her dick-strained maw. When his cockhead burst from her mouth, she spurted precum in a short jet, and then took a deep, shuddering gasp for air. Blackbeard watched all this with amusement, his eyes narrowed to crescent moons, his tongue resting on his bottom lip. “Ain’t she a beaut?” he asked, then shoved her to the ground where she lay wheezing. Almost immediately, Hancock squeezed Blackbeard’s dick between her tits and started to suck, apparently unaware of the torment Nami had just gone through. “Now – let me regale you with the tale,” Blackbeard said. “You just stand there until I’m done, then you can return to your cell and dwell on it.” - It was a dark and stormy night… “We need to find a way out,” said Nami, pacing the swaying cabin with her arms crossed under her breasts. “Our friends need us.” “You think we don’t know that?” asked Hancock, perched on the edge of the king-sized bed conspicuously placed in the centre of their cell. They had been confined somewhere near the top of the ship, away from the sloshing water, so they had the luxury of staying dry while the rest of the ship shivered. The bed was layered with expensive furs. One bed, richly appointed. Hancock knew instinctively why Blackbeard had given them such a setup, but she didn’t want to acknowledge it. It made her skin crawl just to imagine that freak’s lust fixed on her. “Even if we broke out of this room, we don’t know where the others are kept,” said Nico Robin, lying face-down on the bed with her head on her elbows. “They could be on different ships, for all we know.” “Even so – we can’t stay here.” Nami turned and parked her hands on her hips, glaring down her nose at the other two girls. “If we work together, we must be able think of something.” Just then, the door burst open, and a monstrous, ogre-like figure emerged into the room. The girls shrieked and backed up, immediately terrified by the monster, but then they realised it was Blackbeard – red-faced, slightly drunk, and grinning wide. He slammed the door shut behind him, and someone waiting outside locked it. “Hello, beauties,” he said as they backed toward the other side of the cell. He adjusted his captain’s hat and chuckled, a dark rolling sound that shook his entire body. “I’m pleased to welcome you to my ship. I hope you’re findin’ it comfortable?” “As if!” said Nami. “As soon as we break out of here, you’re—mmph!” She trailed off as Hancock clamped a hand over her mouth, worried Nami might upset the brutal captain a tad too much. “Captain,” said Hancock, trying a more diplomatic approach. “Once we reach the next pirate haven, I’m sure someone will want to pay for our release. They’ll pay handsomely: mountains of gold for your collection. Our value will go down significantly if you harm us.” Blackbeard snorted at her feeble attempts to talk him down. He advanced, step by step, and to their horror, he started to peel off his clothes. “But you’re already in my collection,” he said. “Three priceless treasures, each more beautiful than the last. And wouldn’t you say it’s a sea captain’s right to enjoy his treasures?” Just then, he peeled down his pants, and the girls’ jaws dropped as they stared at the monstrous slab of meat that sprang up before them. “What—” Nami managed to breathe, and for her outburst she got Blackbeard’s attention. He grabbed her around the neck and flung her onto the bed, and as she shrieked and squealed, he spread her legs wide, squeezing her thighs in his massive fists. His giant fuckrod fell on her belly, thrusting roughly and hungrily up and down her torso as she squeaked and struggled, batting the undersides of her boobs when his balls clapped on her asscheeks. She couldn’t believe how big he was. “I-It won’t fit!” she cried desperately, but Blackbeard just laughed at her. “Is that what you think?” he asked. Ignoring the protests of the other girls, he grabbed Nami’s bra and wrenched hard, bursting the straps and freeing her big, buoyant tits to slosh around on her chest as she struggled. Next to go were her pants, which he similarly tore off her body, using his monstrous strength to unclothe his treasure, chuckling all the while. When Nami was completely naked beneath him, he dragged his cock down her belly until the tip kissed her slick, hairless cunt. Nami squealed in horror, begging him to stop, promising to obey his every order, to kiss him, to do whatever he wished except for this! Blackbeard RAMMED his cock into Nami’s tiny cunt, stretching her wide open and bulging her belly all the way up to her tits. His balls collided with her bare asscheeks, producing a massive SMACK as her eyes rolled back in their sockets, her tongue drooped from her mouth, and she gave a soft, whimpering sigh as her womb was irreversibly reshaped around the hulking pirate’s dick. “N-Nami…?” Robin asked, unable to believe what she was seeing. In the space of one thrust, Nami’s frightful look of resistance had vanished, replaced with bubbling, red-faced pleasure. Nami didn’t respond to Robin, but moaned as Blackbeard pulled back, only to slam her womb once again, driving every last inch of his brutal cock into her with a sweat-splattering squelch. “There’s a good girl,” said Blackbeard, as he began to fuck her rough and steady, rocking the bedframe beneath them as he delivered thrust after plunger-thrust into the deepest depths of her cunt, using her as his own personal dicksleeve. Nami’s tits swung up and down, nearly hitting her chin with each jiggly leap – and the harder he fucked her, the happier she looked. He was melting her brain more with every pump, churning her mind into a joyous slop of slutty desire – and as her womb gave into his dick, he grunted and hunched over her. “I’m always pent up after a good battle,” Blackbeard snarled. “I can go again and again, and never be satisfied. I hope you’re ready for a—” He grunted as his first orgasm of the night overtook him, and Nami peered down between her bouncing tits as the first geyser-shot of jizz erupted into her womb. Her belly bloated around his load, swelling and swelling as he poured forth an utterly abnormal volume of splooge! She squealed in delight, convulsing as she hit her own climax in tandem with her new captain! Blackbeard rocked over her for almost a minute before suddenly unplugging his cock from her cunt, wrenching every inch free and groaning as his slime-soaked dick burst into the open air. Cum immediately started to gush from Nami’s cunt, pressure-packed inside her and desperate for release. Blackbeard gave a long sigh, squeezing his still-hard cock around the base, and turned to the other girls. “Come here,” he growled. A moment later, Hancock and Robin were mounted on the bed. Blackbeard made sure they were pressed right up against Nami’s side, one on top of the other, Hancock straddling Robin’s thighs so their pussies were almost touching. Blackbeard mounted up, pressing down on Hancock’s back to pin the both of them, and ran his cock between their squirming bodies. “Y-You monster!” Robin snapped at him, peering up past Hancock’s shoulder. “You’ll never get away with this!” “I think I already have,” Blackbeard snarled, and clamped a fist tightly around Hancock’s hair…as he drew back his hips, and pressed his cockhead tightly against her asshole. She squirmed violently, but he held her steady, making Robin look into her eyes as he slooowly stretched her pucker around his awesome girth. Robin watched in horror and amazement as Hancock’s expression warped from fear and pain into a low gurgle of shocked desire. Inch by inch, Blackbeard pushed into her guts, bulging her belly out, until he was balls-deep in her busty body – and she wore a mask of pure bliss. “This’ll be you too, in just a minute,” Blackbeard promises, then started to rut Hancock without a shred of mercy. FWAP, CLAP, CLAP, THWAP! His hips struck her asscheeks again and again, his balls pulverising her thighs with monstrous slaps of flesh on flesh. He dominated her, pressing both women beneath his massive frame, letting them feel his lust boiling over and around them as he slaked his desires on Hancock’s tight little rear. After a short session of thrusting, he pulled out, leaving her asshole gaping, and switched to Robin’s pussy. She squeaked in terror as he started to pry her open, but even as he stretched her to the point of agony, she felt her concentration blurring, her skin heating up as pleasure filled her body. “N-Nooo---!” she cried. “Please, don’t—” - “Fuck me!” Robin squealed in delight, panting and gasping as Blackbeard hammered her tight little pussy into oblivion. He switched back and forth between the two women’s holes, plunging into Hancock’s pussy one minute only to slam Robin’s asshole the next, never stopping for long in either of them. He laughed as he dominated them, while beside them, Nami crooned and watched the rampant fuckery with an expression of pure lust. Nami massaged her own clit as Blackbeard hammered away, enjoying the spoils of battle to their fullest extent. He smacked Hancock’s ass and squeezed her tits from behind, exploring her body while pressing Robin into a pancake beneath her, letting his sluts know exactly who owned them. Already, he could feel his next orgasm approaching, and felt that it would be strong enough to exhaust even him. Instead of holding back, he ploughed on toward the inevitable climax, breathing heavily as he threw his hips back and forth in pump after brutal pump. “Blackbeard!” Hancock whimpered. “Give us – hah – your load!” Blackbeard couldn’t deny a request like that. Taking hold of Hancock’s shoulders, he plunged balls-deep in her cunt and let the floodgates loose, erupting a dense load of sticky jizz directly into her womb. He pumped a few thick shots inside her, swelling her belly, before switching to Robin and bloating her too! He made sure to give the girls an equal helping of jizz, then finished off by pulling out and spurting all over their asscheeks, while they writhed in ecstasy. “Hnnngh… Not bad at all,” he told them, panting for air as he sank back onto the sheets. “Not bad…for a trio of no-good pirate sluts…” - Blackbeard grinned as he settled back on his pile of treasure, wrapping a hand around Hancock’s waist to draw her up and turn her around. Luffy saw, then, the piercings on her nipples, and the tattoo of Blackbeard’s flag on her lower belly. “Of course, I mark all my favourite treasures,” Blackbeard snarled. “They’re mine now, you understand? And they’ll always be mine; after all, I already impregnated the three of them! Isn’t that right, girls?” “Yes, Captain!” Nami crooned, picking herself up from the floor and rubbing your neck. “We belong to our beloved master…” “We’ll give birth to his children,” said Robin, still kissing his cockhead. “…And we’ll serve him for the rest of our lives,” finished Hancock. Blackbeard laughed uproariously, and that seemed to be the signal for his crewmen to drag Luffy back toward his cell. He struggled and protested loudly, but he was too weak to resist. The treasure room doors slammed shut, blocking his view of his former friends – and no matter how he cried out, no one responded. Blackbeard had secured a total victory, and all that was left for Luffy was to wallow in miserable defeat.
Title: [One Punch Man] Fubuki vs Femboy Butt Chapter title: Buki-Cant-Beat-Booty Story Description: Fubuki attempts to apprehend Speed-O-Sound Sonic...but he's dummy thicc, and his asscheeks keep distracting her. Check out my Patreon! Champion of Venus - Version 0.1.5 is now available! Original: Huge Breasts Story Content: “Hmph. If you believe you can resist my psychic powers, you’re mistaken. I may be weaker than my sister, but I’m more than strong enough to take you down. Surrender now, and this won’t need to get violent.” Fubuki maintained a casual posture, her arms folded elegantly under her breasts, as she stared down the boy Sonic. The ninja watched her with a mixture of bafflement and amusement, surprised but not particularly disturbed to find this roadblock in his way. He drew his blades and dropped them to the ground, holding his hands behind his head and turning as though to surrender – and in the same moment, giving Fubuki a more-than-adequate view of his thick bubblebutt in his skintight suit. Fubuki’s green eyes widened, and a blush spread across her face as she realised just how stacked the slender male was. Nevertheless, she stepped forward, ready to conjure up her powers at a moment’s notice. “You’re giving up? Good. Maybe some time in jail will make you reconsider your life choice—mmph!” In less than a moment, Sonic tilted his weight back and launched himself at her ass-first, engulfing her face in his massive bubblebutt and driving her against the wall. The blow was powerful enough to crack concrete: only a reflexive, psychic shield stopped Fubuki’s nose from popping like a wet fruit. Just as soon as the blow came, Sonic retreated: he stood before her once again, arms behind his back, peering over a shoulder with lips pursed. “What’s wrong?” he asked, swaying his massive rear from side to side. “Aren’t you gonna arrest me?” “Ungh…” Fubuki’s brain had been shaken by the blow, and the moment she tried to take a step, she collapsed to her knees. Sonic hummed and turned, striding towards her until he could grasp her chin between his fingers and peer down into her eyes. “What’s wrong? I thought your mighty psychic powers would protect you. Maybe I should turn it down a notch?” With that, Speed-O-Sound Sonic swivelled a hip toward her and pressed his thigh against her face, grinding against her while she groaned and tried to turn her head away. He was persistent, and slowly turned his back on her entirely, presenting the full, unbearably thick heft of his rump to her. He swatted his right asscheek, sending ripples across the breadth of his rear. “Poor thin. Maybe you should retire from the hero business and become my chair.” “Ch-Chair!?” Fubuki gasped, staring at the bulges of Sonic’s huge, fist-sized balls inside his skintight costume, his cockbulge travelling down his thigh… Up close, she gained an acute understanding of just how huge he was, and the knowledge left her panting for air, her impressive bust heaving in her dress. Before she could say anything else, Sonic leaned back and smushed his asscheeks around most of her head, pinning her against the wall as she wriggled and squirmed desperately. She could taste his sweat through the thin layer of fabric, feel his heat all over her, and as she struggled, Sonic started to grind his ass in slow circles. Squish, squish… The softness and warmth enveloping Fubuki was too much for the esper to bear, and she clenched her fists with a deep, rumbling moan, trying to concentrate enough to use her powers…but it was useless. At last, her arms dropped limp by her sides, and she started to move her lips against Sonic’s clothed balls, mewling gently as they pulsed over her lips and tongue… “That’s what I thought,” the ninja said with a laugh, reaching down to caress Fubuki’s hair in the valley between his asscheeks. “Get nice and snug in there; I’ve got some time to waste with a pathetic, ass-eating slut with no self-control.” He sighed happily and settled into the rolling motions, intent on leaving Fubuki little more than a butt-craving slut. She nursed his balls in her mouth, slurping them into her cheeks through the fabric of his suit and suckling gently, her dark green eyes blurring beneath the masses of his buttcheeks. “Good girl,” Sonic said quietly, checking his watch. “Such a good girl…” - Fubuki barely had time to savour her experience. After a couple of minutes, Sonic leaned forward and vanished in a blur of motion, dashing away and leaving her shivering on her knees. It took a couple of minutes for Fubuki to be able to pick herself up, adjusting her dress as she rose. Her face was bright red, and her phone was ringing. “Y-Yes?” she answered weakly. “Are you okay?” asked Lily, sounding panicked. “We saw Speed-O-Sound Sonic escaping the scene, and we thought…” “I’m fine,” Fubuki said. She desperately needed a cold shower, but she suspected even that wouldn’t clear these thoughts from her head. “Prepare a report for when I get back. And…I don’t want anyone to disturb me tonight.” Yeah. A rendezvous with her vibrator was probably the only way out of this. Fubuki started for the door, licking her lips as she walked. The taste of the ninja’s balls was still on her tongue. She wondered if Lily would be willing to sit on her face…
Title: [One-Punch Man] Esper Sisters Threesome Chapter title: Sibling-Rivalry Story Description: Fubuki has a hot date, and Tatsumaki insists on being her sister's chaperone. If you like my content, consider donating to my Patreon. I'm making a lewd game, too. Anime & MangaNSx♂♀ Story Content: Tatsumaki lowered her head and slurped her milkshake, glaring across the table. Shouldn’t she be stopping this…? In any other situation, with any other person, she would have unleashed violent psychic energy to destroy the offender and their entire surroundings, but something stayed her hand — something deep and instinctual, and hot and tingling, which made her heeled feet wriggle under the table in anxious spirals. “Ahn…haah…” Fubuki squirmed in Saitama’s lap, arching her back as he dug his fingers knuckle-deep into the doughy masses of her giant tits. His gropes tugged the dark green fabric of her dress tight against her skin, and widened the boob window that gave such a ludicrously obscene view of her cleavage, which lifted in delicious, pancaking squishes as Saitama worked. His bulge rode up between her thighs, grinding against her panties beneath her dress, making her groan and whimper even more fervently. Her nipples were all too clearly stiff, poking under the fabric like loud professions of her lewdness; Saitama squeezed them between his fingers, tugged on them until the fabric turned damp. Tatsumaki nearly bit the straw in two, so tense with anger and confusion. What were these two perverts thinking, acting like this in front of her? “Fubuki…” Tatsumaki said slowly, gratingly. “Is this…normal…for you?” Fubuki broke from her happy stupor to peer across at her older sister, red-faced and trembling, biting her bottom lip. “Nngh… I didn’t ask for you to chaperone me,” she said. “You forced yourself into this, so you…ah…get what’s coming to you. Do you have a problem with it?” Tatsumaki’s hair stood up. Her eyes glowed, her expression blank. “Not at all, dear sister,” she said. “In fact, why don’t you let me help?” Suddenly, twin geysers of milk jettisoned from Fubuki’s tits and through her shirt as her giant, gropeable udders twisted into spirals, wrenched by psychic force. Fubuki’s eyes shot up and back, and a wild howl erupted from her throat as she arched in Saitama’s lap. The baldy looked surprised, peering over Fubuki’s shoulder at Tatsumaki, who swirled her empty milkshake glass through the air with one hand and gestured with the other, guiding Fubuki’s flying milk to land safely inside the glass. Once it was full, she released her hold on her little sister’s udders, raised the glass to her lips, and sipped thoughtfully. Fubuki was instantly made into a wreck, flopping back against her lover and wheezing for air, her eyes dark-ringed and blurred, her toes twitching… For a moment, Fubuki didn’t even know where she was. “Hey, what did you do that for?” Saitama asked. “She’s my sister,” said Tatsumaki with a light shrug. “I can do anything I want to her – especially when it teaches her a lesson.” She tilted back her glass, pinkie finger raises, and downed it in five huge gulps. The tiny Esper licked her lips and commanted, “Creamy. I suppose you’ve been sampling my dear sister’s milk every night…?” Saitama blinked. Fubuki was still panting heavily, her shaky breaths heating his right ear, her giant chest heaving. “Actually, I didn’t know she could produce—” “Liar,” said Tatsumaki, and extended a hand. Her intent was to shatter Saitama’s ribcage, to crack his vertebrae, to snap his jaw and collapse his knees, he barely seemed to notice the green light coalescing and compressing around him. “I see,” she muttered after a time. “You must be a powerful Esper, too. Is that it – you brainwashed my Fubuki?” “Look, lady, you’ve got it all wrong. We’re just—” “I understand,” Tatsumaki said quietly. Her expression had changed. Her hair flopped down again, and the glow vanished from around Saitama. “This is all about me, isn’t it?” “Huh?” “You’re using Fubuki—” Tatsumaki set her glass aside – “to get to me.” By now, Fubuki had recovered enough to glare at her ‘big’ sister. “Why, you—” she snarled. “How could you even say something like that? Saitama and I are in love!” Tatsumaki blew air between clenched teeth. She was getting truly angry now, though she managed to disguise most of it. “Foolish, Fubuki,” she said darkly. “He’s just using you; soon he’ll throw you aside like a piece of trash. Do you think I can sit by and let that happen? As your older sister, I need to show you the error of your ways.” Tatsumaki pointed a finger…low. For the first time, Saitama seemed affected by her power; a short intake of breath was all that betrayed the sudden squeeze he felt around his cock, jerking rhythmically back and forth inside his pants. Fubuki must have realised what was happening; her face flushed red, and she gripped the edge of the table as she all but shrieked at Tatsumaki, “What do you think you’re doing!?” “Proving this perverse animal has no sense of commitment,” Tatsumaki said mildly, bobbing her fingertip up and down to the rhythm of her psychic pumps. “If you have complaints, I suggest you train until your powers can rival mine.” Fubuki looked back into Saitama’s pleasured eyes and gave a helpless little groan. Grasping his wrists, she urged him to squeeze her more – and squeeze he did, sinking his fists so deep into her tits that she instantly ahegao’d in insane pleasure. “Auhhgh—!” But even as he mashed and tugged and squished her titties, Fubuki started to thump her hips back and forth, grinding in his lap. She’d gone her entire life being one-upped by Tatsumaki in all matters, but today she refused to stand for it! Even if it took every last iota of her willpower, she was going to beat her sister. - Unbeknownst to the two of them, they had spectators. Lily adjusted the settings on her high-tech camera and hunkered down with it, breathing heavily in the dusty closet. The device could see through walls, and with it she watched the love rivals engaging in a contest of pure sluttery. “Mmn, I wish you could see this,” said the pervy Blizzard Group hero, trailing a hand over the front of her pants… “I can see it,” said Psykos, standing tall with her hands parked on her dress-straining hips. Her eyes were closed, her lips curled in vague annoyance, veins standing out in her forehead as she concentrated on the psychic auras of the lusty heroes in the bar. She’d run into Lily as she followed Tatsumaki at a distance, and Lily – not recognising the villain – had suggested they join forces. Skulking in some closet wasn’t what she’d expected, setting out, but she supposed this was the closest she was likely to get. Perhaps she was bearing witness to Tatsumaki’s greatest weakness: her compulsion to dominate her own sister. Something to bear it mind, certainly… But even as she studied her rival for weakness, Psykos could feel herself getting hot and bothered. She was surrounded by perversion, from the show in the bar to the soft moans of Lily. It was near impossible not to be affected by all the lust in the air. - “I’d like to remind you,” said Tatsumaki, “that I don’t want to do this. I have no interest in Caped Baldies, but my dear Fubuki needs to learn a lesson.” By now, Saitama was rock-hard, bulging out his pants to an insane degree. Fubuki was amazed by the sheer size of him; they’d never actually gone to bed together before, despite all their heavy groping, and the realisation of how hung her boyfriend was, was messing with her head. She crooned as he rolled his palms through her massive, sensitive breasts, treating them like stress balls to vent his frustration on. Tatsumaki was pumping his cock harder and faster by the second, building up to a high-impact, thumping beat that jolted his dick from base to tip, again and again, utterly merciless in her assault! Suddenly, it all became too much. Saitama grunted as his pants ripped apart around his expanding cock; it burst into the open air, bouncing up high as he came like a fire hydrant. Splrrrrttttt! A giant rope of cream surged up into the air, painting Fubuki’s belly and chest white, then rebounding off the bottoms of her tits to drench the table and fleck Tatsumaki’s face with cream. He spurted and spurted, cumming harder than any man had any right to, his balls clamping upwards, hard at work sending all that boiling cream up his bucking shaft! As Saitama’s orgasm faded to a dribble, Fubuki, all tense with shock and awe, let out a warbling moan of amazement. Tatsumaki could only giggle at the look on her sister’s face, and swipe a finger tauntingly across her own face. She gathered up the small amount of cream that had reached her cheeks, then inserted her finger into her mouth and suckled, as Fubuki watched on in swelling anger. “Is something the matter, Fubuki?” Tatsumaki asked, tilting her head to one side. Without saying a word to her infuriating older sister, Fubuki climbed off of Saitama’s lap and knelt before him, gripping the rim of her boob window to stretch and wrench it around her massive, glossy udders, which spilled into the open in a delicious cascade. Glowering up into Saitama’s eyes, she gripped his cock in both hands and guided it between her tits, then squeezed them together with all her might. Surely this would seal the deal; Tatsumaki had no hope of competing with her natural assets, no matter how hard she tried. But even as she started to jiggle her tits around Saitama’s cock, Tatsumaki rose, stretched, and walked casually around the table. She hopped up onto the seat, stepped one foot over Saitama’s lap, and stood over Fubuki’s head, lifting her dark dress to expose her shiny, pink, totally bare pussy! “Well?” Tatsumaki asked, not seeming to notice her own slick juices dripping onto Fubuki’s head. “Want to lick it?” Saitama met her eyes for a moment – but then his face vanished under the taut contours of her stomach, as he wrapped his lips around her delicious little pussy and started to slurp. Tatsumaki crooned happily as his tongue swiped and rippled all over her tender cunt, making her rise on her tiptoes and shudder with electric pleasure. Her powers helped her to avoid falling, and even thrust back against Saitama’s face as his tongue started to press inside her. Her moans filled the bar, her tongue flicking over the brim of her open mouth while her eyes lolled up and back in their sockets. For the first time since they’d started their little play session, she was letting herself lose control, trembling and moaning and rolling her hips while Fubuki pumped her colossal udders up and down Saitama’s cock. FLOP, FLOP, POP, FLOP! Her heavy boobs smacked his lap again and again, splattering leftover cum in all directions, venting it up through her cleavage and pressure-spurting it all over her own face. Despite this, she kept on jerking her chest up and down, burning with determination to make Saitama blow another of those gigantic loads. When his cockhead surged up from her cleavage for the fourtieth time, she had an idea – and wrapped her mouth around his cock, squishing and mashing her tits together with her biceps while she sucked him off noisily. Schlrp…puah…scchmuahk… Tatsumaki, unable to control herself anymore, cried out as she hit a sudden, squirting climax. She arched her back and thrust her pelvis upwards, teetering on her tiptoes as she filled Saitama’s mouth with her sweet nectar. “Unngh…” Her own nipples were stiff and visible through her dress, and sweat dripped from her asscheeks and thighs as she came like a total whore. “Nngh…ffhgh…” There was a faint rumble in the ground, psychic spasms resonating outwards as she totally lost her mind to the pleasure. Windows shattered, and framed pictures fell to the floor. Tatsumaki could sense Fubuki cumming, too; squeezing her thighs together and squeaking around a mouthful of dick as she enjoyed a powerful, hands-free orgasm! What a depraved little sister Tatsumaki had… At last, exhausted, the sisters fell back. Tatsumaki hovered in the air somewhat, bobbing up and down lazily, while Fubuki flopped with her head on Saitama’s thigh, letting his cock burst from her mouth to point at the ceiling, still throbbing with need. Saitama, shadowy-eyed, rose from his seat. His switch had been flipped. - “Oh my,” said Lily, panting for precious air as she watched Saitama rough-fucking Fubuki against the wall – the direct opposite side of the wall, in fact, where Psykos and Lily were hiding. Through her camera, Lily could see Fubuki’s intensely pleasured face, her pink tongue drooping, her palms up on the wall as Saitama bucked madly against her asscheeks and stirred her precious pussy into a blissful soup. Each clap of flesh on flesh sounded clearly through the wall. Psykos, for her part, stepped up to the wall and laid her hands on it – exactly where Fubuki’s palms were pressed. The villain wore a wide smirk of glee, watching the Esper get rough-wrecked mere inches from her face. Those stupid-huge tits of Fubuki’s swung back and forth violently, whacking the wall with each forward surge. Psykos smushed her chest against the wall too, humming softly, sliding a hand between her thighs… - As for Tatsumaki, that little slut was behind Saitama – squatting, in fact, and slurping on his giant, swinging balls. Her jaw hung open, her tongue lashing and squirming over and around the stud’s bouncing testicles whenever they were close enough, her face providing a cushion for those heavy nuts. “Auhhhmpph…” Her eyes were hazed with pleasure, wavering as she burned up in the heat of her own lust. She masturbated as she slurped, hooking two fingers into her sloppy little pussy and stroking herself silly, all the while trying to engulf one of Saitama’s balls in her mouth. Suddenly, Fubuki gave a hollering moan, tossing back her head and trembling as she hit another huge orgasm. Her eyes rolled back…and kept on rolling until they showed only the whites, and she flopped against the wall – totally KO’d. Saitama let her slide off his dick, dropping to her knees with her face and tits pressed on the flat surface, out of the game for now. Saitama turned to Tatsumaki, who had already prepared herself – face down, ass up, reaching back to spread her thick cheeks with her hands. She exposed her tight, untouched pucker to the raging stud, and peering over a shoulder, she hissed, “Go ahead. I’m waiting for you.” Saitama clamped his hands around Tatsumaki’s asscheeks and nestled his cockhead against her asshole, feeling it clench tight on contact. Tatsumaki gurgled and threw an arm across her face, blushing heavily, clearly nervous about what was to come. Her cruel, ‘big sister taking responsibility’ persona had faded pretty quickly, and all that remained was a slut horny for cock. Saitama steadied himself, then RAMMED her tiny asshole full of brutal, rock-hard dick – going balls-deep with a single thrust! Her asscheeks leapt deliciously from the impact, and Tatsumaki gave a squeal of bliss as he started to pump her. Biting her forearm, going cross-eyed in pleasure, Tatsumaki became the recipient of the assfuck of a lifetime. SMACK, SMACK, CLAP, CLAP, SMACK! Sweat flew from her bounding cheeks, and as Saitama stampeded her poor, helpless ass, the entire bar rumbled and shook. Saitama was so close she could feel his balls clenching, ready to explode--! And in the next moment, Tatsumaki hit a sudden, anal orgasm, the likes of which she’d never even imagined possible. As Saitama erupted thick, white ropes into her guts, she clenched her fists – and growled in pleasure. It was like a coil had been released: the walls and ceiling of the bar were disintegrated in an instant, leaving them trembling and twitching in a deep crater in the earth. Saitama held himself balls-deep inside her, flooding her with cream as she gurgled into her arms. Some time later, Saitama and the sisters picked their way up the edge of the crater, saying nothing to each other, dizzy and panting after their extended fuck-session – or, at least, Tatsumaki and Fubuki were panting. Saitama looked unphased, as though he’d been out for a light stroll instead of an Olympian threesome. As they crossed over the ridge, they were surprised to see two women roughly 69-ing each other in the dust, thighs wrapped around each other’s heads, slurping cunt like nothing else mattered. Slowly, though, they noticed observers’ presence, and they looked up slowly. A moment passed, and then Lily and Psykos clambered to their feet and ran away.
Title: [One-Punch Man] Superior Posterior Chapter title: One-Plap-Man Story Description: Tatsumaki thinks Saitama's checking out her ass, and decides to punish him. It doesn't go well. Check out my Patreon! You can play my H-game, Champion of Venus, here. Original: Inflationism Story Content: Tatsumaki left the meeting chamber and stepped into the elevator, crossing her arms under her tiny tits and tapping a foot as she descended through the Hero Association HQ. Those S-Class idiots weren’t fit to run a corner café, never mind the world’s most important organisation – but ultimately, she was stuck with them, and that wasn’t going to change anytime soon. At last, the door opened and Tatsumaki entered a long, dim corridor through the heart of the HQ. She was striding along, barely paying attention to her surroundings, when a thoroughly annoying sensation ran through her. The sensation of being stared at. Tatsumaki turned on a heel, and glared at a figure whose presence she hadn’t been aware of until now. “You,” she hissed. “What are you doing here, Caped Baldy?” Saitama looked down at his soda, then at the vending machine next to him. “This is the only one in the building,” he said. “That’s not what I—” Tatsumaki winced, arms straight by her sides as she marched closer to the moronic cue-ball. A strange, brittle smile played on her lips. “You’re trying to make a fool of me. How brave of you – and how foolish. Did you think I wouldn’t notice you staring so fixedly at my rear?” Saitama sipped his soda. Slowly. “Huh?” Tatsumaki bared her teeth. She was all too used to people leering whenever she passed – she knew exactly what she was packing in the back of her dress, and the effect it had on pedestrians, heroes, and villains alike. No matter how his blank expression tried to hide it, the Caped Baldy had been caught red-handed! He must be burning up inside. Tatsumaki pressed her advantage, stepping so close that her pinprick tits nearly touched his stomach, her hands mounted on her wide hips as she glowered up into his eyes. “If you want to make me angry, you’re headed down the right path.” “I just wanted a soda,” said Saitama. Tatsumaki’s entire body lit up with psychokinetic energy, exerting a powerful effort of will to push the idiot perv to his knees. She showed no mercy, bringing her psychic powers against him in force, intending to show him exactly what it meant to annoy someone like her…! Saitama didn’t move. In fact, he barely seemed to notice anything was happening – until his soda bottle crushed itself inwards and flung its contents high in the air. “Hey!” he complained. “I hope…you’re feeling…regret!” Tatsumaki snarled, levering more and more psychic power against him – pushing downwards with insane psychokinetic strength – and failing even to make his knees twitch. Tatsumaki couldn’t believe it. What was wrong with her today? Had she lost her powers, all of a sudden? Saitama frowned at her. “You should stop straining so hard,” he said. “You’ll burst a blood vessel.” Tatsumaki’s expression grew more anguished with each passing second. Drops of sweat formed on her brow and bare thighs as she tried and failed to crush the Caped Baldy. She wasn’t holding back anymore – the force she was exerting was easily enough to splatter a regular person, but Saitama didn’t move at all. He just watched her with a curious scowl on his face, as though he was trying to weigh up her motive. At last, he dropped the crumpled bottle (it shot to the floor immediately) and reached out to lay a hand on her head. “There, there,” he said, patting her. “You dare!” Tatsumaki all but screeched, and her robes flapped as a psychic barrier formed around the both of them. With a downward flick of her arms, Tatsumaki opened the floor, and the floor beneath, and the one below that – all the way down to the basement level. The sphere descended like a falling elevator, carrying both of them with it, gaining speed as she glared into Saitama’s eyes – visions of horrified HQ staff flittering in her peripheral vision like a chaotic flipbook. Her green hair lifted upwards as the g-forces took hold – and suddenly, everything went black. When the emergency lights flickered on, they revealed a vast underground chamber, the walls made of thick, interlocking metal panels. This was probably an unused cell meant to contain a large-sized monster, and Tatsumaki had busted through nearly a foot of unbreakable alloy without effort. There was a deep depression in the floor where the psychic bubble had landed, and Tatsumaki hovered several feet of the ground, breathing heavily, her face red and her eyes wide with rage. There was no sign of the Caped Baldy beneath her. “Serves you right,” she said— A hand wrapped around her ankle and tugged her to the ground. She wobbled off-balance, staggering for purchase on her heels – but before she could regain control, another hand wrapped in her hair and bent her over forwards, holding her in a terribly vulnerable position! “You should be careful with other people’s property,” said Saitama, standing behind Tatsumaki, completely unphased by the assault. He leaned over her, and as he raised his free hand into the air over her thick, barely-dressed booty, his palm opening up, he watched her eyes turn from anger to fear. “Do you have any idea how much it’ll cost to fix that? I hope they don’t try to fine me…” “W-Wait--!” Tatsumaki cried, erecting a psychic barrier around her skin. “Don’t you dare—” SCHLAP! Saitama’s palm rocketed across Tatsumaki’s asscheeks with superhuman force, making a visible shockwave that blew all the crumbling dust into the far corners of the room. The tiny Esper was driven to her knees by the sheer power of the blow her barrier collapsing instantaneously, her eyes rolling back while her lips formed a shocked little ‘o’ of dismay. “Gluhh—” As Tatsumaki flopped forward on her face, lying with her tremendous, reddening ass high in the air, Saitama sighed and rubbed his bald head. The slap had simply eviscerated the fabric from Tatsumaki’s body, leaving her completely naked beneath him, her sweat-soaked body trembling in its exposure. “You really are a brat, huh?” Saitama asked. “I just wanted a soda. But, now that you mention it…you do have a pretty great butt…” He prodded it with a finger, and she cried out in pain; his palm had left her with the mother of all aches, but that didn’t stop him from enjoying the smooth plumpness of her rump, sliding his digit through swathes of ultra-soft, mega-deluxe, Esper assmeat. At last, Saitama came to a decision. When Tatsumaki looked back over a shoulder, she was shocked to see Saitama dropping his pants. “Wh-what the hell are you doing?” she blurted, trying to rise – but she could barely even move. That single slap had driven the energy right out of her, and the most she could manage was picking herself up on all fours, which wasn’t much better than her previous state. She was horrified to see a massive, throbbing, veiny cock spring from Saitama’s pants as he tugged them down. Where had he been hiding that thing!? It was way too big – especially for Tatsumaki’s tiny body – and she shook her head violently as he stepped over her again. “G-Get away from me, you disgusting pervert!” “No can do,” Saitama said, watching her from behind the pulsing mass of his giant fuckhammer. A glob of precum glistened on his tip, a hint at his overwhelming virility, while his balls – each the size of a GM apple – stirred against his thighs. This was way too insane; Tatsumaki had to escape, but to where? As she tried to conjure up her powers, Saitama slapped his cock down on her thick asscheeks and started to pump his hips. She growled pitifully, biting her bottom lip as that colossal shaft rutted along her back, reaching all the way up to her shoulderblades and spitting precum in her hair. How such a thing could fit inside anyone was a mystery to Tatsumaki, but with his strength… No hole would be able to resist! As her heart pounded coldly in her chest, Tatsumaki pushed her chest up from the cold floor and snarled, blasting Saitama with psychic energy – but again, nothing happened. She tried to crush his balls with the gravity of a thousand planets, but his thrusting didn’t even slow down. “This is so unfair!” Tatsumaki said, so exasperated that she didn’t care how immature she sounded. “What’s wrong with me? Uhhn…” She peered over her shoulder at that bulked-up monstercock, her eyes narrowing slightly as she started to feel its warmth permeating her skin, and smell the thick, manly musk emanating from it. “You’re…a depraved…stupid…” “You can’t stop running your mouth, can you?” Saitama said, clapping her asscheeks gently around the base of his cock, pushing her ultra-thick buns up to swaddle his penis as he thrusted between them faster and faster, spitting precum more by the second. - Elsewhere in the city, Fubuki was reading a fashion magazine while lounging on an expensive sofa, one leg crossed over the other. She looked up when she heard a knock on the door. “Come in.” Lily stepped through, holding a delicate silver tea set. She placed the platter on the table in front of Fubuki, poured a steaming cup of tea, and then retreated. Fubuki watched the steam rise for a moment before lifting the cup in a delicate grip. She brought it to her lips, inhaled the rich aroma, and then— The teacup shattered on the ground. Fubuki sat perfectly still, frozen mid-movement, eyes wide and lips parted – and then she arched on the sofa, spreading her legs, rough gasps bursting from her mouth. She was receiving powerful psychic signals; they wrenched through her body without any opportunity to block them out, taking over her senses completely. In her mind’s eye she saw her sister on all fours, grunting and moaning, her face locked in a wild ahegao as a colossal cock plunged her cunt without mercy. “Tat…su…ma…ki…?” Fubuki mouthed as she writhed, the front of her dress already soaking wet! The signal was powerful enough that every moderately-talented esper in the city must have been feeling the same thing – completely immobilised by pleasure! “What…what are you…doing…?” - “Ah! Ah! Ahhn!” Tatsumaki wailed, rocking back and forth under Saitama’s powerful, battering hips. He gouged her precious, unprotected pussy without mercy, gaping her unbelievably wide around his throbbing fuckhammer, wrenching her guts with each rough thrust! Her belly bulged so massively it punched the floor with every pump, while her small tits bounced and she sweated like a juicy little piggy! “Fuaaghk--! Y-You moron! You really…ngh…think this will break me? Auhhn!<3” She shuddered and clenched her teeth as she hit a wild orgasm, biting down on her bliss while her eyes rolled all the way back in her skull. Tatsumaki was a squirter, and she gushed into a spreading puddle on the floor as Saitama continued to wrest her vulva back and forth, nearly prolapsing her pussy around his insane girth! Her asscheeks clap, clap, clapped against his pelvis as he wrenched at her insides, making her arch her petite body and squeal in utter bliss! “I…hate this…!” she whimpered happily. Saitama said nothing as he pumped, so focused on the machine-like motions – on breaking Tatsumaki down into a blissful puddle of slut – that he didn’t think to respond. Besides, Tatsumaki was annoying as hell, and her bratty outcries meant nothing to him. Tatsumaki gave a strained hum of pleasure, shuddering from head to toe, languishing in her total loss of control. Nothing she could do would pull her back from the edge – she was trapped, doomed to take Saitama’s monstercock until he was good and ready to explode. She’d never lost so completely before, and it was an ecstasy unlike anything else. “You big…dumb…baldy…!” she hissed, juddering, her knees knocking together as her toes curled between Saitama’s feet. “Is that…the best…you can do!?” Saitama exhaled sharply – and wrenched out of her pussy with a sudden pop! Tatsumaki crooned as he left her gaping, spurting precum all down her trembling thighs, and switched to her tight, untouched, virgin asshole. “How about this?” Saitama asked. “No—” Tatsumaki whimpered— - “NooOOOOO~!” Fubuki screamed, throwing herself back over the armrest, contorting in pain and pleasure, jamming both hands under her skirt to masturbate furiously. She came a moment later, right on the tails of one of Tatsumaki’s orgasms, clenching her teeth and drawing back her lips as white-hot pleasure washed over her senses. “Fuck, fuck, fuck--!” There was a furious knocking on her office door. “D-Don’t come in…! Nngh!” Fubuki came again, bucking and arching on the sofa. “Damn it, Tatsumaki! Nnnghhh…” - When Saitama hooked his arms under Tatsumaki’s thighs and hoisted her into the air, she gave a high-pitched, utterly girly moan – lifted up with his monstercock balls-deep in her guts, bulging her belly all the way up to her chest! Saitama started to fuck her in mid-air, holding her knees to her shoulders, her toes curling against his jaw as she bounced up and down. “Ngh, guh, guhhh…” Tatsumaki groaned, out of her mind with pleasure, writhing helplessly around his thrusts. She peered down at herself in awe – at Saitama’s heavy balls slapping and clapping against her poor, unprotected cunt with each successive strike, the noises of their sex ringing throughout the containment cell. It as a good thing they’d found this place; the psychic shockwaves rushing outwards from Tatsumaki each time she came would have flung regular humans through the air, but instead she just rattled the wall panels and broke several of the emergency lights, plunging them into an even deeper dimness. Saitama’s breathing barely sped up during all of this; his invincibility irritated her to no end, but she was past the point of complaining – especially when he twisted her around on his dick, turning her towards him and flattening her tits against his midriff, wrapping both arms around Tatsumaki’s petite body to plough her ass like a lover’s. “N-No! Hnnngh…” she gurgled against him, tucked into the tight cage of his arms and forced to take his monstercock like a good little cocksleeve. Wild streams of sex juice ran down his balls and thighs as he plunged her asshole with incredible strength, reshaping her insides while her eyes rolled back in wild ahegaos. “Auhh…hnn… Fuck…!” The torment was relentless, with no sign of an end – even when Saitama sped up, there was no guarantee that meant he was almost finished. Tatsumaki was starting to learn an important lesson, ingrained on her very body: Saitama’s superiority was beginning to dawn on her, and no matter how much she resisted it, the truth shone clearer with each passing second. Tatsumaki’s ass-jiggles were out of control; her pale buns smacked and clapped and jostled together in wild bounds, and as Saitama’s thrusts shook her up and down, their impacts started to fling sweat off her body. Her assclaps were by far the noisiest part of their sex. “C-Cumming--!” Tatsumaki cried as her insides clamped down on Saitama’s cock, squirming helplessly in his grip, bundled up against him like a jiggly little onahole that could do nothing but cum and cum again! Saitama, at last, was reaching his limit. He sucked a short, sharp breath between his teeth, and squeezed Tatsumaki hard as he finally hit his orgasm. Saitama’s loads were no less extreme than any other part of him: he erupted into Tatsumaki’s stomach like a fire hydrant, bloating her belly within moments and continuing to do so with each powerful pump. He held her tightly against him, burying her face in his chest as he stuffed her insides with rope after metres-long ropes of hyperactive jizz, making her gurgle helplessly, unable to believe what was happening to her. As her belly blossomed out to the sides, squished between their midriffs, she pawed helplessly at Saitama’s sides. Helplessly. Tatsumaki had exactly zero control over the situation, and she was amazed by how much she adored that fact. “Hnnnggk--…” she growled as she came again, spasming atop Saitama’s dick like the cum-pumped dicktoy she was, whimpering into her lover’s skin… At last, Saitama dropped the cum-fattened Tatumaki into a puddle on the ground and stretched his arms above his head, peering down at her as she twitched, squirmed, and whimpered. Cum gushed from her asshole in a pressure-torrent, spreading out on the ground until she lay in a liberal pool of jizz. She was completely out of it, unable to respond at all, so Saitama nudged her with his boot. “I hope you’ve learned a valuable lesson,” he said, then pulled on his pants and left by jumping through the hole in the ceiling. Tatsumaki groaned pitifully where she lay, pawing at her swollen belly, barely able to think coherent thoughts. She wanted – no, she needed to capture this sensation again, no matter what. That Saitama would be seeing a lot of her in the near future… Just then, Tatsumaki caught a psychic wavelength – her sister’s. We need to talk, Fubuki told her, the signal tired and faded. Tatsumaki huffed quietly. She’d have to get up soon, but until then, she basked in the afterglow, enjoying the warm sensation that filled her entire body.
Title: [One-Punch Man] Superior Posterior Chapter title: Sisterly-Competition Story Description: Tatsumaki thinks Saitama's checking out her ass, and decides to punish him. It doesn't go well. Check out my Patreon! You can play my H-game, Champion of Venus, here. Original: Inflationism Story Content: Fubuki took a deep breath before knocking on the apartment door. The last time she’d come here, she hadn’t been shy about introducing herself in a blizzard of force, but this time her heart was pounding, and she couldn’t make her hands stop shaking. What was wrong with her!? Well…she already knew the answer to that question. After watching Saitama obliterate her older sister’s pussy with his super-powered dick, it was no surprise she went to him with some trepidation. Seeing such raw, sexual devastation was enough to make any girl nervous; the real surprise was that Fubuki was going to Saitama at all. To tell the truth, try as she might, she couldn’t figure out what had brought her to his doorstep. Lust? That had to be it, except her fear far outweighed her desire, burning hot as it was. Her thick, shapely thighs rubbed together under her dark green dress, and she bit her lip in frustration. Maybe he wasn’t home after all. Fubuki was starting to regret her choice when she heard a noise: the gentle click of heels hitting the ground. Fubuki turned. There, standing before her, a look of dark anger painted on her face, was her big sister. ‘Big’, of course, was a word of contention; Tatsumaki’s head barely came up to the bottoms of Fubuki’s breasts, but the difference in power was immediately obvious. Fubuki shrank back as Tatsumaki marched forward, arms crossed beneath her own, near-flat chest, her only skimpy dress fluttering outwards in the breeze. “What are you doing here, Fubuki?” asked the smaller woman, cocking her head to one side. Her dark green eyes never left Fubuki’s, boring into her soul with violent intensity. Fubuki just couldn’t hold a glare like that; she half-turned aside and crossed her own arms, trying to evade the brunt of Tatsumaki’s stare without breaking eye contact. “Oh, Tatsumaki… I’m just, ah… I have business with Saitama, you see—” “Do you take me for a fool?” Tatsumaki asked, marching forward until she was peering up at Fubuki over the heaving shelf of her bust. Before Fubuki could react, her sister had stabbed a hand between her legs, grabbing her groin and rubbing it hard. Fubuki squeaked and took a step back, leaving Tatsumaki with a soaking, dripping hand. The terrifying psychic goddess inspected the juices oozing between her fingers. “I could feel your horniness from miles away. I thought I raised you better…” She brought her hand to her mouth and, in front of Fubuki’s eyes, licked it clean. She sucked her fingers one by one, not a crack showing in her confidence. “You whore.” Fubuki had, by this point, flushed so red that she thought she might pass out. But then she blurted, “W-Well, what about you? Aren’t you here to get bent over and pounded?” “My, my — who taught you to speak like that?” Tatsumaki growled, clenching her fists. “I’ll have you know I’m the only woman capable of pleasuring that man — and the pleasure is more than mutual.” Her dress whipped out as her psychic powers started to rage, intermittently exposing her bare pussy. She really was shameless; Fubuki found herself looking away while her sister flaunted body her power and her body. “I think…you’re wrong…” Fubuki managed to grate out the words through clenched teeth, hugging herself so hard that her breasts were lifted up on her arms. “I’m more than capable of…” “Mm? I’m afraid you’ll need to speak up, Fubuki; it sounds like you’re drowning in your own fear.” Tatsumaki smiled a sinister smile. “Maybe you’d like to gather your breath, and try another day?” That did it. Fubuki’s arms snapped down to her sides, and suddenly she was glowing, making her own dress flap and billow. “I can pleasure him! I’m more woman than you are!” She looked down to indicate her chest, far superior to Tatsumaki’s by any metric; Fubuki possessed a pair of broad, heavy udders that strained her dark green dress around their masses. Now she pressed them together, throttling her tits even harder as she sunk her fingers in. Tatsumaki’s eyes narrowed in annoyance; this was the one area she couldn’t hope to best Fubuki in. “Is that so?” Tatsumaki snarled, and scooted around to present her thick ‘n’ pert asscheeks, slapping her hands down on them to send ripples through those buoyant banks of flesh. She watched her sister over a shoulder. “He won’t even be able to see those tits when you’re bent over. As for my rear…” “Should I come back later?” asked a new voice. The sisters slowly turned their heads. Saitama stood in the doorway, dressed in loose-fitting PJs and clutching a toothbrush in his hand. He looked back and forth between the overpowered psychic beauties with curiosity and wariness, not sure what to make of the argument he’d just walked into. He blinked when, a moment later, both women were up in his face, clutching his collar and speaking at the same time: “I just wanted to — to compliment your choice of pyjamas this evening, my darling!” “I’m here to fuck! Let me bounce my giant ass in your lap!” Saitama blinked, then reached out and pushed both of the overly-affectionate girls back. As they stared at him, rage and lust simmering in their eyes, he quietly closed and locked the door. He was returning to the bathroom when the balcony door blew open, and the psychic sisters marched in. Saitama sighed, set down his toothbrush, and turned with his hands on his hips as they resumed their desperate pleas. “You prefer my ass, don’t you?” Tatsumaki demanded as she came toward him, Fubuki just behind. “B-But…my chest! I’ll show you…my chest…” Saiatama had just wanted to watch movies all evening… It looked like only one thing would shut them up. - “Ungh! Uahn!” Tatsumaki’s cries rippled through the apartment, and each time she yelled in total pleasure, Fubuki bit her lip harder. The shortstack slut squatted over Saitama’s lap, palms pressing him down on the bed as she brute-plunged her soaking pussy up and down his cock. The sight of such a small cunt stretching around such a big member was a marvel, but Tatsumaki’s sheer enthusiasm made it so much sexier; she growled as she punished her own insides, smacking and clapping her big, round asscheeks together with every thrust. Her teeth were clenched, her tiny tits grinding on Saitama’s midriff as her hips went up and down, up and down. SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK! She took his huge, veiny pole from tip to base with each pump, swallowing it up in her pink folds like some kind of magic trick, bulging her own stomach around the raw bulk of his penis. “Watch closely, Fubuki!” she roared in a shaky voice, on the very of orgasm. “Watch, and know you plaaAAAACE~!” She squealed as she came, plunging all the way down to the base and shuddering, gurgling, squirting like a broken faucet. Saitama slung an arm lightly around her slender midsection as she ground her hips in slow circles, sending electric bolts of pleasure through her tiny body. Any other girl would have quit moving there and then, but Tatsumaki’s determination was world-beating; she cast a sideways glare at Fubuki, then patted Saitama’s side — a signal. On cue, Saitama rolled on top of Tatsumaki, burying her much smaller body under his mass. Her thick asscheeks pancaked on the sheets, and she threw her sweating arms and legs around his body as he started to rut her tiny pussy into oblivion. His balls bounded up and down, working up a steady, clapping beat against her reddening asscheeks, and her pussy imploded with every massive thrust into her core depths. “Hua! Fuck!” she hissed beneath him, digging her nails into his back. “Harder, Caped Baldy! I can take it…” “If you say so,” Saitama said blandly — and then shocked Fubuki into a backwards scramble as he started to thrust so hard his hips became a blur. Tatsumaki croaked – then reinforced herself with a dense, green psychic glow, making her body as sturdy as possible to defend from Saitama’s power. Fubuki could actually feel the shockwaves of his thrusts battering against her body as she sat to the side of them, hugging her own lingerie-clad form tightly. Eyes wide, she watched the bizarre sex show with a sinking feeling in her gut. Could she even hope to match her sister’s performance? Tatsumaki’s asscheeks rippled gloriously from Saitama’s rapid impacts, wobbling like slapped jello as his ungodly mass of cockmeat surged in and out of her petite pussy. Tatsumaki juddered as she came again, having no choice but to gurgle helplessly through her intense, boiling orgasm as Saitama kept on thrusting her like his hips were industrial machinery. And then – Fubuki got to witness Saitama cumming. In the moments leading up to it, he grappled Tatsumaki’s jiggling thighs and pulled them tighter into his sides — then he pitched forwards, burying her face under his chest as he rooted his cock in her clenching cunt, arched his back, and exploded inside her. Fubuki groaned; she could hear the hot, heavy spunkload hammering her sister’s womb, packing her full in one shot and proceeding to bloat her belly with each successive one. Tatsumaki trembled beneath him, taking his load like a tiny little cumdumpster, hissing and grunting as her flat tummy ballooned outwards between their grinding bodies. Saitama was barely sweating at all, while Tatsumaki was slick and shiny as though she’d doused herself in oil. He lifted and dropped his hips a few more times throughout his orgasm, plapping his balls down on her asscheeks, until he’d drained every last drop of his load inside her. Only then, when Tatsumaki’s eyes had gone blank and she’d passed out from pleasure, did Saitama pull back. His cock emerged inch by soaking inch, so thick that it kept that pressurised load plugged inside her until his cockhead finally burst free. Only then did cum start to spurt out of her, firing lazy arcs across the bed as she twitched on her back. The mighty psychic had been decimated, her mind broken by Saitama’s dick. And he turned toward Fubuki, still rock-hard. She whimpered. - The moment Saitama plunged his cock down her throat, Fubuki came like a whore. She writhed on her knees, choking and spluttering, her neck bulged out to an obscene degree. She could taste her sister’s pussy on his dick, and the taste alone might have sent her into a pitiful orgasm – but the sensation was so much more than that. She’d marvelled at Saitama’s size, but never realised how truly huge he was until he’d rammed that slab of pulsing meat past her tonsils. It strained her jaw, scrubbed against her tastebuds, and stretched her gullet without mercy – and now, as he took hold of her head, Fubuki gargled in anticipation for what came next. ULGK! Saitama pulled her down his cock, bottoming out in her throat with a single thrust. Drool flew from her soggy lips, and her green eyes tipped back in their sockets. The force of the thrust was enough to make her tits bounce in her dark bra. She clutched Saitama’s legs, her nose smushed against his abs – until he pulled back and pumped again, and again, and again! GHUCK, GLUCK, GLOKTCH! By now, Tatsumaki was coming to her senses. She sat up, nursing her big, straining cum-belly with one hand as she watched her younger sister’s devastation. “Oh, Fubuki,” she sighed, shaking her head – before another spurt of cum from her stretched pussy made her moan. “You’re so helpless…” Fubuki was losing her mind – she was sure of it. Rocked back and forth on Saitama’s oversized prick, her tits bounding so fiercely that her plump, pink areolas peeked over the brim of her bra, she spluttered a thick stream of drool down her chin as her lover’s massive balls plapped against it. Her mouth and throat were nothing but a slippery onahole for Saitama to recklessly pound, and all she could do in response was ripple her tongue across his thrusting underside. His cumvein alone felt bigger in her mouth than a normal-sized cock; her silky lips had to stretch just to contain his massive monster, tugging back and forth in their vacuum-seal around his meat. Mmmph! ULGK, GUK, GUK, GUK, GUK! “Just loosen your jaw and relax,” Tatsumaki purred, as if that helped at all. Tears oozed down Fubuki’s face as Saitama rushed her with – what she thought was far less force than he’d given to her sister. She’d never felt such strain before; she felt like she might break open at any moment, split by the immensity of Saitama’s cock. Her muted, muffled cries vibrated around his monstercock as it raced back and forth over her tongue and between her tonsils, craning her head back and straightening her pharynx, creating the perfect, soggy chute for him to plunge. Just when she thought the punishment would never end, Saitama pushed her head back. GLUORKH! His cock emerged under her nose in a single pull, soggy and glistening, twitching at full erection. Fubuki gargled pathetically as he scrubbed the flank of his cock along her open mouth, first one side and then the other, before shoving his broad cockhead into her inner cheek to distort and stretch her exhausted, mascara-stained face. It was all Fubuki could do to keep huffing and puffing around his dick, her ribs and tits heaving in her dress. “She’s out of her depth,” Tatsumaki said with no small amount of cruel glee. “Why don’t you show my little sister what she’s really dealing with?” Saitama paused, then grabbed Fubuki and effortlessly flipped her onto her hands and knees. He tugged her panties away with zero effort, snapping them to expose her tight little holes…before mounting her, and driving his cockhead against her twitching asshole. “W-Wait,” Fubuki barely managed to say, but Saitama ignored her and SLAMMED through the resistance of her poor sphincter, ramming her guts full of fat, superpowered cock! Fubuki’s mouth dropped open as her eyes lolled back, instantly cumming without a single touch to her pussy. Her thick asscheeks rippled, and her tits spilled out of her bra as Saitama rocked her ferociously under his rapid-fire thrusts, blinding her with pleasure and pain. She felt Tatsumaki gently clasp her face between her hands, and kiss her cock-flavoured lips. Their tongues ran together in slow, incestuous harmony, and when Tatsumaki pulled away, she chuckled viciously. “Pervert.” It seemed to Fubuki that the torment would never end. Saitama pounded her without mercy or respite, clapping her bubblebutt and making her tits swing wildly between her arms. The sounds of their soggy, slapping, squelching sex rang through the apartment building, probably shaking pictures from the wall on different floors, but still Saitama kept on pumping, stampeding her asshole with his colossal cock until she lost her sense of self. She came again and again, thighs pressing tightly together while her poor pucker was gaped above. Just before she lost her mind entirely, Saitama seized up – and she felt the heat that had consumed Tatsumaki so entirely. Her tongue flopped from her mouth and dragged on the bedsheets as she gave up trying to hold herself on all fours. Saitama erupted a massive load into her, flooding her belly from the wrong end, bloating her tight, toned midriff just like Tatsumaki! She clutched the bedsheets tightly, digging her nails into them and gargling like the broken slut she was. Saitama kept rocking against her for nearly a minute, slower and slower, until he pulled out and left her sizzling in the amazing heat. Vision blurry, cum pouring from her asshole by the litre, Fubuki peered at the outline of her grinning sister…and then she gave a weakened gurgle as she passed out.
Title: [OPM and Chainsawman] Business Beauty Twerk-Off Chapter title: Check-out-Prevences-work-also Story Description: A Prevence-inspired little commission about Fubuki and Makima bouncing their bodacious butts at each other. - Champion of Venus, my lewd visual novel, is out now on Steam and Itch.io! Join Rayne for an adventure packed with the kinkiest scenes you've ever seen in a video game. Anime & MangaNSx♀ Story Content: Thwap, thwap, thwap, thwap. The beat of Fubuki’s clashing asscheeks was a familiar tune. She’d practiced for hours just for the sake of this event…but it wasn’t as though she needed that much practice; her thick bubblebutt leapt easily enough, and before long her delicious, meaty cheeks were smacking and plapping together inside her dark green dress, the well-defined swells of her rump shifting joyously under the fabric. She hunkered partway down, hands on her knees and her tits shifting and jiggling beneath her, peering back over a shoulder at her opponent. The red-haired woman – Makima – was dressed in neat office wear, a white shirt and pants, and even a tie. One might have thought such an outfit would be stiff – especially for the job at hand – but when she jerked her hips up and down, her own dumptruck booty clapped just as loudly and proudly as Fubuki’s. The esper grunted and flicked her tongue between her teeth, crossing her arms lewdly behind her head and trying to up the beat. It was a ferocious competition, two master twerksluts pumping away, matching slap for clap while the big, golden boombox between them thumped a deep, primal rhythm to which they bounced their asses. Fubuki clenched her teeth tighter the more she concentrated, drops of sweat starting ot run down her forehead and drop from her chin, but Makima’s stare remained level, unimpressed, those golden-ring eyes of hers never breaking from Fubuki’s stare. Just what was this office lady – some kind of demon in disguise? Fubuki knew she had to give it her all – she had to dominate – and so, with a furious grunt, she threw her hips backwards and thrashed her giant ass against Makima’s. The redhead let out a sharp breath as she rocked forward on her tiptoes – only to rail back and deliver a hearty slam of her own, all to the beat of the music. They bucked against each other, back and forth, back and forth, while sweat slithered down their skin and made their clothes stick tighter to their obscene, curvy bodies. A split ran down the seam of Makima’s right pants leg, and then a rip formed over Fubuki’s waist; their clothes felt the strain as their contest grew more and more intense, each collision driving a sharp grunt out of the two women. They went from twerking, clapping, and bouncing their asscheeks, to roughly rutting their asses together like bulls locking horns, and then back again, each second seeing them bending lower, thrusting their asses out further, breathing heavier… Fubuki realised, with dismay, that she was starting to use her powers. Each thrust of her asscheeks sent a psychic boom thundering outwards, rattling Makima’s body and throwing her forwards, while the ground began to crack under Fubuki’s feet. A soft green glow coalesced about her skin as she worked with all her might to deliver the hardest, most bone-quaking twerks she could possibly muster, and yet…Makima didn’t fell. She let out croons of effort, but somehow, the office lady didn’t shy away from Fubuki’s ass. Instead, she clenched her teeth and drove back with all her force, causing more rips to spread through her clothes. Her pillowy ass pushed through the gap and jiggled in the open, more and more with each rip that formed. The ground started to crack under Makima’s feet also, showcasing an incredible degree of strength. Though neither girl realised it, they were beginning to steam, the friction between their clashing butts generating so much heat that water in their immediate vicinity would have evaporated. Their clothes started to simply disintegrate off their bodies, while each collision of their giant asscheeks sent out a shockwave powerful enough to knock ordinary people off their feet. SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK! The boombox leapt up and down as the earth quaked under their booming twerks, blowing their hair in wild torrents and splattering the sweat from their bodies. They looked like they were both doused in oil, shiny and sweaty and, within moments, completely naked! They slung an arm each across their big, jiggling tits and focused all their effort on their asses, growling and glaring at each other with bare fury, panting like animals – two refined ladies reduced to savage, ogre-like brutes smashing their colossal weight against each other. Fubuki was losing her mind, burning up from the inside as she threw herself into the intense, ground-shaking motions of their twerking contest. All thoughts of consequence had disappeared from her; she was determined to win, and that meant pummelling this office worker into submission using the incredible power of her ass! THWAP, THWAP, THWAP, THWAP! She could barely hear the music above the resonance of their ass-clashes, bracing her heels on the ground and clenching her fists as she smashed into Makima over and over. Car alarms were sounding in the streets outside, streetlamps leaning lopsided, windows shattering in their panes as picture frames shook from the walls. None of that mattered to Fubuki as much as seeing her opponent brutalised, defeated – and Maima seemed to feel the same way. They were reaching their climax, holding their breath as they savaged one another, turning their asscheeks red from their sweat-splattering impacts, powerful enough to vaporise anything that came between them. They rocked forwards, and each of them knew the final blow was about to be struck. Fubuki gathered her breath in a sharp suck, arching her shoulders and harnessing all her psychic power, while Makima drew in her strength and readied for the end. When they came together, the impact of their asses produced a flash of light hot enough to disintegrate stone several metres around them. The building they were in blew apart into chunks, and a deep crater formed as buildings collapsed all around. Cars sank into sinkholes in the ground, and all the sweat on their bodies leapt off of them, forming a brief dome of liquid that splattered to the ground a moment later. The shockwave of their final twerk rolled throughout the entire city, making electric devices flicker and setting off seismic alerts in the next city over. Both women toppled to their faces and knees, gurgling as they came like broken firehoses, whimpering and squeaking and curling their toes, both experiencing the best orgasms of their lives. They rubbed their clits fiercely, gasping for precious air, out of their fucking minds with bliss. The contest, it seemed, was a draw. But neither woman would back down. A draw just meant they were due a rematch – as soon as they both recovered…
Title: [OPM] Psykos & Fubuki vs Saitama Chapter title: Whos-YOUR-favourite-esper Story Description: The rival Espers need a lab rat to test their powers on. Saitama arrives at just the right time. Set in a pseudo-alternate-canon college setting, go figure. If you want to help me out, I have a Patreon. Current build of my H-game available here. Original: Huge Breasts Story Content: Things were getting steamy in the sports equipment shed. Two of the college’s most gifted bodies were grinding together, melon-sized tits and taut, defined stomachs sliding against each other with such power that they appeared to be sanding one another smooth. But the intensity wasn’t – as it might seem – born of loving passion, but of rivalry. Each woman glared into the other’s eyes, their mouths twisted in grimaces of sheer frustration as they levered their weight against one another. This was no mere argument: it was a contest for dominance, and only one could come out on top. “I surpassed you long ago, Fubuki,” said the wavy-haired beauty Psykos, peering down the bridge of her glases at the shorter woman as their breasts crushed together in their strained white shirts, heaving with each thick breath. The tighter they pressed, the more the soccer balls and baseball bats levitated out of the baskets around them. “P-Perhaps you need a demonstration? How about I make every man on the campus cum in their pants – right this instant?” Fubuki huffed and puffed with rage, her shoulders shooting up high as Psykos teased her. She couldn’t stand this woman. There was nothing worse than an Esper who thought she was the best. Psykos had been such a sweet girl, once, but her obsession with her powers was getting insufferable. “You think you can do it?” Fubuki asked, grinning like a poisonous scythe. “If you can. And once you’ve proven you can’t, I’ll never let you live it down.” “If you insist.” Psykos arched her body against Fubuki, flattening their tummies together. By now their shirts were soaked with sweat, their skirts clinging to the awesome swells of their asscheeks above the plumpness where their thighs overflowed their stockings. Psykos flexed and clenched her teeth, a shaky sigh gushing through her lips as she focused her powers— “Hey – I need a javelin. Could you stop hovering them?” The women went still. Slowly, they turned their heads to look at the bald young man standing in the shed’s entrance. Saitama blinked slowly, his facial expression blank, seemingly unimpressed by the two goddesses grinding their bodies together. “You want…” said Fubuki slowly. “…A javelin?” Psykos finished dumbly. “Yeah. Like, the pointy stick you’re supposed to throw?” Saitama mimed the action. “I threw mine too far, so we’re one short.” The two beauties looked at each other, baffled, embarrassment growing across their masterfully sculpted faces. Fubuki started to peel her body away from Psykos – and yelped when the glases-wearing nerd pulled her in close, pancaking their tits in their shirts. “No, Fubuki, this is perfect,” Psykos said, and with a flex of mental power slammed the shed door shut. Saitama didn’t flinch. “We’ve found a ‘lab rat’ on which to test our theories. You there – baldy. What’s your name?” “Saitama. I really need to get back to the field—” “You can linger with us a while.” Psykos released Fubuki and strutted toward him, wide hips swinging, until she could lay her elegant hands on his shoulders. “Your fellow students need your help. Won’t you stick around?” “I mean…how long is this gonna take?” Saitama asked, peering into her eyes rather than the massive tits and deep cleavage hanging in front of his face. “Shouldn’t you be in class, anyway? Grades are important, you know.” Psykos gave him a flat stare. Just how dense was this baldy? She pushed back and gestured Fubuki forwards. Once the dark-haired Esper was beside her, she curled an arm around Fubuki’s waist as though they were the closest of friends. “Show me your power. Fubuki. Surely you can lift this gentleman.” Fubuki scowled at Psykos, then held out her hands so her boobs squished between her biceps, and bit her bottom lip. “Nngh…” “Well?” asked Psykos, raising an eyebrow. “I’m waiting.” “Just…hold on a second… I’m…guh…” Veins stood up around Fubuki’s eyes as she hunched forwards and groaned. “He’s…not moving…” “Really. I knew you were weaker than me, but I didn’t think you were that pathetic. Let me show you how it’s done.” Psykos grinned as Fubuki dropped her arms. “Okay, Saitama. I’m going to sweep you off your feet!” - “…Well?” Fubuki asked, arms crossed under her chest, watching Psykos shudder and strain after a minute of no impact. Saitama just stood there, unaffected by Psykos’ immense psychic effort. “Can I go now?” Saitama asked. “Not yet,” said Psykos. “I still…have one more trick…up my sleeve…!” She clenched her teeth and shut her eyes, wailing in a low voice. Sweat dripped from her chin and rolled down her cleavage, and her shirt stuck so close to her skin that the bumps of her nipples grew visible. Fubuki watched in amazement as her back muscles stood up beneath the fabric, every part of Psykos’ body tensing from the effort. “GhhaaAAAHH!” Suddenly Psykos dropped to her knees and flopped onto her face, eyes rolled back in a sloppy ahegao. Fubuki gasped as she watched her rival squirt through her panties, drenching the floor with her orgasm, twitching and gurgling in absolute bliss. “I think I felt a tingle,” said Saitama. “He…how..?” Psykos slurred. “He…reflected it…back at me…?” “If that’s all, I’ll be leaving now,” said the young man, and jumped into the air to grab a floating javelin. He turned to the door— And stopped as the metal twisted before him, creaking and squealing, locking him in the sports shed with the two beauties. He looked back to see Psykos holding out a fist, still in her vulnerable position on the ground, trying to stop him from leaving. He sighed, then dug his hands into the twisted metal and simply ripped the door open. While the two women stared in shock, he looked back at them and delivered some parting words. “You shouldn’t break college equipment.” He left. - The next day, Fubuki and Psykos waited on the roof. Fubuki noticed her rival was unusually agitated, crossing her arms under her breasts and pacing the area with a furious knit to her brow. “Today,” she said gruffly. “Today we’ll defeat that little—” “Defeat?” Fubuki asked. “Yesterday you wanted to use him as a guinea pig. Now he’s an enemy?” “He made a fool of me!” Psykos barked. “I’ll never forgive him for that. Besides, I have a trump card…” The door to the roof opened, and Saitama entered the scene carrying a mop and bucket. He glanced curiously at the two ladies, then set his tools down. “You don’t have mops,” he said. “How are we supposed to clean?” Fubuki turned to Psykos. “Trump card, huh? Now’s the time.” “Observe, peon.” Psykos marched towards Saitama, giving Fubuki a front-row view of her obscene ass swaying, and cupped the baldy’s chin in a hand. Before anyone could react, Psykos’s lips were over his, kissing him deeply, sliding her tongue into his mouth… And for a moment, Saitama’s eyes widened. When Psykos pulled back, peeling her lips away from Saitama’s with a delectable hum, he was breathing heavily. She smirked and winked. “My new hypnosis power worked.” Fubuki came forwards, amazed and appalled. “You…brainwashed him?” she asked in a meek voice, peering into his face. She hesitated, then tapped two fingers against his chest to see if he reacted. He didn’t. “I…don’t think you should do that, Psykos. That’s like something a villain would— EEK!” She yelped as Saitama lurched into motion, hooking his arms around her thighs and flipping her onto her back. Only a cushion of psychic energy stopped her skull from whacking the concrete. Saitama pressed her legs up high, folding her over so her thighs pushed her boobs inwards, exposing her panties and huge asscheeks as her skirt fell upwards. She whined, peering over the curves of her breasts as Saitama rocked his hips against her, grinding a horrifically massive bulge over her groin. “Wh-what…!?” “Seems he wants to play with you,” Psykos purred, sliding to her knees beside Fubuki to spectate. Saitama rutted his hips madly against Fubuki, his bulge growing bigger by the second. Psykos leaned in to compare her forearm against it. Saitama’s cock was just as long, and thicker than her wrist. She licked her lips. “My dear Fubuki, he’s going to mess you up.” “Hah…ah…ahn…!” Fubuki squirmed beneath Saitama, her cheeks turning rosy red as he pumped his red-hot erection over her pussy, only two layers of fabric separating their genitals. “Psykos…!” “What’s the matter? This is just like your diary entries,” Psykos purred, sliding her fingers through Fubuki’s hair as she tensed and looked up in panic. “You read my diary?” “Oh, yes. How could I resist? And what interesting fantasies you have! I’m happy to make them come true.” Psykos eyed Saitama’s straining pants. “On that note…” She snapped her fingers, and Saitama’s pants instantly tore to shreds. His cock bounced free in a magnificent surge of meat, grinding over Fubuki’s stomach almost all the way to her tits when his balls kissed her pelvis. “Look how deep he’s going to go…” Fubuki couldn’t contain her fear…or her excitement. She panted blissful breaths that sent her chest heaving in and out as Saitama massaged her pussy, making her nipples stiffen in her shirt. When he realised his cock was free, he groaned and rocked his hips back, and Fubuki watched in awe as his broad glans angled up with her desperate, soaking cunt. Psykos hooked a finger into her panties to tug them aside, exposing her hungry petals to Saitama’s glare. “Go on, now,” Psykos crooned. “Take my friend for the ride of her life…” Saitama cast a lustful glare at Psykos. Her heart fluttered, and for a moment she thought… But no: a perfect pair of lips caressed Saitama’s cockhead, and he was eager to dive in. Fubuki cried out as he penetrated her, driving his monstercock up to her cervix in a single, soul-jolting thrust. Pyskos watched Fubuki’s dark green eyes roll back in their sockets and her tongue pour from her mouth as she wailed in perfect bliss, hands going to the sudden bulge in her stomach. Saitama fucked her mercilessly from the very beginning, rocking her back and forth in her mating press, using her thighs as a platform from which to launch his powerful thrusts. Slap, slap, clap! Their hips came together in joyous impacts, wobbling Fubuki’s asscheeks and making her tits bounce between her knees. “Hohhn!” she groaned as an orgasm ripped through her, her precious pussy clenching and wringing Saitama’s monstercock inside while he ploughed away without pause nor concern for her wellbeing. Soon Fubuki’s boobs were smacking her chin with every thrust, her face torn in an constant ahegao, her breaths growing faster and sharper as Saitama accelerated his thrusts. “Ah! Ah! Ahhn!” As Fubuki’s tongue swept wildly around, Psykos pressed her hands between her own knees, leaning closer to her rival, imagining what it would feel like to be fucked so hard and fast… Her pussy was drenched in her skirt, darkening the fabric in a widening patch. She wanted to be treated like that – to be roughly pounded into a sloppy, wailing heap – but Saitama seemed to have eyes only for Fubuki, clobbering her cunt with piston-pumps while her voice climbed to the heavens--! “H-Hey,” Psykos said weakly, cupping Saitama’s chin. “Uhn…are you gonna finish in her soon? I need…” Before she could finish her sentence, Saitama grabbed Psykos by the hair and slammed her chin down on Fubuki’s belly. He pulled out of the dark-haired woman, leaving her pussy gaping – and Psykos got only a glimpse of his lubed-up monstercock rushing towards her before her jaw cranked wide and her throat distended around his meat. GLRK! She went cross-eyed, her glasses steaming up and tilting askew as Saitama fucked her face, driving his monster in and out of the bumpy, deliciously slick chute of her gullet. GLUCK gluck gluck GLARK lark lark—GUK! Spit-bubbles oozed along his cock, and each time his hips bashed against Psykos’s face, her asscheeks and tits wobbled jubilantly. She sprawled at a diagonal over Fubuki’s body, but as she sank into the rhythm, she clambered atop her rival properly – straddling her face with wondrously thick thighs and squeezing her mouth into her sopping cunt. Fubuki instinctively began to suck on Psykos’s pussy, coughing and spluttering every so often on her horny nectar while Psykos gagged and retched on the baldy’s rod. He fucked her face for a long few moments before switching back to Fubuki, and Psykos was treated to the maddened squirms of her rival beneath her while that giant cockbulge rushed between her tits. After that, Saitama switched back, and once again Psykos’s maw was wrenched wide around a gargantuan, frantically pounding monstercock. ULK guk guk GLARK guk! She couldn’t believe this pleasure, nursed from below by her rival Fubuki while her throat was clobbered by a cunt-flavoured mast of meat. When Saitama flattened her features under his hips and held himself in place, it didn’t register immediately to Psykos that he was cumming: but then she felt the hot tension inside, pushing on the walls of her belly until she felt ready to burst – and Saitama pulled out to release hot, white ropes all over her face! She held her mouth wide open, tongue draped down her chin like a red carpet as he painted her features with his splurts. Each rope was several feet long, and by the time Saitama re-focused on Fubuki’s pussy, Psykos’s face was caked in cum – including her glasses. While she gargled pathetically, Saitama shoved his still-cumming cock balls-deep in Fubuki’s womanhood and held himself there, grunting as he blasted her womb full of hot splooge. She groaned and twitched beneath him, inseminated by the world’s most potent stud, feeling his sperm churning inside her… When he finally finished cumming, he pulled out with a soggy ‘schlorp’ and whapped his cock against her thighs, gazing upon his handiwork. The two women were mired in sexual juices: Psykos in spunk and Fubuki in her rival’s clear nectar. Both of them were lost in a world of pleasure, trembling from head to toe while Saitama squeezed Fubuki’s plump thighs slowly and firmly, contemplating his options… But then the haze cleared from his eyes. He looked at his watch. “I’m late for class,” he said, and rose from the drooling heap of slut. “Uh…where are my pants?” - Years later… “You really think you can defeat the Queen of Monsters?” asked Psykos in her colossal form of pure energy, crossing her arms behind her head and writhing in delight as her crushing sphere closed on Tatsumaki. The shortstack Esper was spitting blood by this point, struggling to hold out against the monster-infused beauty’s assault. No matter how she strained her powers against Psykos’s, the sphere closed inch by inch, until she could no longer hold out her limbs all the way. She looked like a hamster in a ball: the former queen of espers, now nothing more than a miniscule plaything no larger than Psykos’s pinkie. The Monster Queen reached out, her index finger curled beneath her thumb, and took careful aim. “I’d like to say you were a worthy opponent, but…that isn’t really true.” Psykos flicked the sphere, which broke apart in a massive explosion of energy. Tatsumaki was flung into the wall of the ruined base, and through several metres of stone, before landing in a twitching heap amidst a pile of rubble. She wheezed for air, half her vision blurred. It had taken all her power to prevent that last blow from breaking her bones, but now she was exhausted, bloodied and bruised, unable to raise so much as a finger. And then he saw him. A streak of yellow and red across her vision. Saitama peered down at Tatsumaki’s beaten form, a look of faint concern on his face. “Hey, are you alright?” he asked. “Don’t…underestimate me…stupid baldy…” Tatsumaki glared at him, trying to eviscerate him with a wave of psychic energy, but she couldn’t have eviscerated a mouse in her current state. Saitama bent down and gave her head a gentle pat. “Don’t worry,” he said. “I’ll go defeat the monsters.” “Idiot!” she croaked as he jogged away. “She’s too strong now! You can’t…ugh…!” Tatsumaki realised her efforts were wasted: Saitama was already out of earshot. Saitama ran through the crumbling tunnel Tatsumaki had left behind, a slight joyous bounce to his step. If a monster was strong enough to beat Tatsumaki, they must be reasonably powerful – maybe enough to give him a challenge? He doubted it, given his experiences up until now, but it was worth investigating. As he emerged on the lip of a giant gouge through the centre of the HQ, however, what he saw was not a monster but a giant, naked woman, her back turned to him, busily destroying the underground structure around her with tendrils of psychic energy. Saitama cupped his chin in a hand. “Hey!” he called. “Stop being indecent!” The giantess stopped – and slowly turned, her black-sclera eyes fixing on the tiny nuisance who dared speak to her. “What have we here?” she asked. “You want to be destroyed first? Very well: I’ll grant you that privilege!” She held out a hand, and suddenly the air filled with beams of light, thundering toward Saitama at high speed. He prepared to leap out of the way…but before he could do so, the beams stopped mid-flight. The giantess was staring at him with confusion in her eyes, her lips slightly parted. She bent down towards Saitama for a closer look, her massive naked breasts jostling slightly as they hung freely beneath her. “Huh?” she said. “It couldn’t be…” A tendril wrapped around Saitama and lifted him into the air, bringing him close to her giant face, turning him this way and that as she inspected him. At last, the giantess bit her lip…and dissipated. A moment later, a regular-sized Psykos had her arms around Saitama, squeezing him tightly. “Senpai!” she cried in joy. “It really is you!” Saitama, his face buried her in her cleavage, wore a blank expression. - Tatsumaki crossed her arms under her mosquito-bite tits and glared at the lovers. She hadn’t expected this to be how she captured Psykos, but she wasn’t complaining. The wavy-haired Esper was riding the caped baldy silly, twisting her hips and arching her back, pressing her palms down on his chest as she took his massive cock hard and deep. Her tits jiggled in the open air, and her tongue spilled from her mouth to curl and flick the air as she ahegao’d like crazy. “Fuck, fuck, fuck…!” Tatsumaki squatted down beside Saitama and prodded a finger against his head. “I hope you can keep this up,” she said. “I want you to exhaust her completely, understand? Then we can take her to jail.” Tatsumaki had recovered somewhat from her ordeal, but her powers were still drastically weakened, and she understood Saitama was probably her best chance of turning a total loss into a victory. As she straightened, though, she found herself looking into Psykos’s eyes. So happy, so ecstatic… Tatsumaki was a complete virgin, and though she usually told herself she had no interest in such things, her opinion was quickly changing. Anyway! Red-faced, she turned away from the rutting lovers and folded her arms tighter, watching out the corner of her eyes. “H-Harder!” Psykos yelled, and started to RAM her hips up and down, slapping and clapping her asscheeks on Saitama’s thighs. “Hnngh, I love you, senpai!” Pitching back, she grabbed Saitama’s knees and pumped while her chest pointed upwards, lifting and dropping her entire weight over and around his colossal cock. The bulge in her belly danced up and down while her heavy tits clopped together in hefty hammer-blows – and all the while her expression grew more and more blissful. “Haah! I’ve missed this…so much…! Let’s fuck every day from now on, okay? We can even invite that peon Fubuki…” At the mention of her sister’s name, Tatsumaki visibly tensed, a hot blush spreading across her face. She’d had quite enough of this embarrassment: it was time, she thought, to assert herself. Saitama was surprised when a shadow fell across his face – and then grunted as he was muffled by Tatsumaki’s thick, pillowy asscheeks. She sat on his face with her legs spread wide, glowering at Psykos’s pleasured expression. Without hesitation, she grabbed the titty-cow’s giant udders and mauled them roughly, making her cry out as she tugged her teats back and forth. “Not so high and mighty now, are you?” the shortstack asked, grinding her hips back and forth. “I could curl you around my little finger in your current state, Psykos…” Psykos groaned and clamped down on Saitama’s cock, cumming hard as she was treated more like a toy than a human being. Tatsumaki didn’t let up, she flicked Psykos’s bare nipples, then pinched and twisted them, all the while breathing faster and heavier as Saitama’s pleasure grew. She knew the end was night, and so, in a final bout of cruelty, she pulled Psykos toward her and locked lips with the hopelessly slutty Esper. Psykos groaned as Tatsumaki infested her brain with waves of hypnotic energy, multiplying her pleasure by hundreds of times. Her eyes watered, rolling back as she quivered and came like the world’s most pitiful whore – and at the same time, Saitama came inside her, flooding her womb with huge torrents of hot, hyper-potent spunk. Tatsumaki’s left hand went to Psykos’s belly, stroking its taut contours as the sac of her womb inflated within her. “Slut,” Tatsumaki panted at last, rising from Saitama’s face and stepping back. Psykos flopped forwards to cover her lover, whimpering with sensitivity. “Keep it up, baldy. I expect top results from you.” Tatsumaki straightened her dress, then sat back on a slab of rubble to spectate the rest of the show, trying to disguise just how fast her heart was pounding – how much she wanted to feel what Psykos was feeling… Well, no one would notice if she slipped a hand between her legs, would they? Schlick, schlick, schlick…
Title: [Original] Perfectly Pathetic Chapter title: Perfectly-Pathetic Story Description: A 4'11 Filipino college student wakes up and suddenly everyone is willing to do whatever they want with her, and no one ever notices the abuse. Follow as Victoria loses everything; her phone, her car, her boyfriend, and her pride. (Keywords: Findom, femdom, cuck) Original Story Content: I woke up to another day in paradise, or so I thought. I went through my usual routine: showered, ate breakfast, checked TikTok, texted my boyfriend, and finally got in my car to drive to university. The strangeness didn’t occur until I arrived on campus. It was hot out, maybe 85 degrees, which is a lot when it’s only 10am. I had just pulled my purse out of my car and was about to call my boyfriend, when a random guy walked by and slapped my ass--hard. I shrieked, and he snickered, walking away as though he’d done nothing. My back against my car, I looked around. There were about a dozen other students in the parking lot--some of them were looking at me, but no one seemed to realize what had happened. Before I knew it, the boy who’d slapped me was gone. I wasn’t entirely used to that kind of attention, but I supposed it was bound to catch up to me eventually. You see, I’d spent most of my life a nerdy, extremely underweight, bulging glasses, twitchy faced, skin so pale it makes you sick to look at kind of girl. But in the last year, with the COVID pandemic and everything being shut down, something clicked in me and I decided to make a change. I started wearing contacts--they were so hard to put in at first--working out, going out with some of the girls at my work, changed my entire wardrobe from colorless, baggy clothes to tight, expressive, and more-in-with-the-times clothes(right now, I was wearing loose black shorts and a yellow sleeveless blouse, certainly not fashionable clothes, but way better than what I used to wear), and eventually, even asked out a guy I’d crushed on in high school--now my first boyfriend. Still somewhat shaken from the guy slapping my ass, I checked my watch and started hurrying to class. It wasn’t until about a minute later that I realized how hard that guy must’ve hit me--it still stung, like a lot. As I tried to keep myself from rubbing my stinging ass cheek in public, my phone started vibrating. “Shit,” I mumbled, remembering that I was supposed to call Jaime(my boyfriend) after I got out of my car. As I was digging through my bag, someone reached in and grabbed my phone. “What the fuck?” I said as I looked up. She was a tall blonde girl, her breasts pressing against her crop top, her smirk so perfect it made me--a 100% straight girl--blush. Though I wasn’t just blushing because of her beauty, I was also taken by the contrast between us. As a short(4’11) dark-skinned phillipino girl, I’d always felt a bit inadequate around taller girls. It always seemed like everyone else had more curves, or were smarter, or tall enough for the boys to not second-guess whether or not she was legal. Even after my year of change, I still couldn’t compete with girls like this. “Is this the new Iphone 13?” the blonde asked. “I didn’t know this was out.” “It’s the Iphone 11 Pro,” I said with a scowl, reaching for it. “It’s mine.” The blonde smirked and held the phone in the air. She was probably ten inches taller than me--there was no way I could reach it. “Hey! Th-that’s mine!” I stammered, holding my hands up uselessly. Again, I contrasted myself with the beautiful blonde. When I held my hands up, I just looked like some phillipino girl with her hands up, while the blonde’s perfectly shaped ass jutted out, her back forming a crescent. “No, I want it,” the blonde said. Then, she just walked away. I followed after her, my chest tight and pounding. “I-I need that. Could you please just give me my phone back?” What the hell was happening today? Had everyone in this school gone crazy? She didn’t even seem to hear or notice me anymore, and before I knew it, something jerked me to the side and I lost sight of her. “What are you--” I tried to scream, but fell silent in shock as my back was slammed against a wall. A large black man stood in front of me, his colossal hands gripped around my wrists. I tried to struggle, but I doubt he even felt it, the difference in our strength was astounding. He lifted me up by the wrists, pressing me against the wall as his lips connected with mine. I was in a daze for a moment, but then I remembered Jaime. I tried to jerk myself free, but he was bigger and stronger than me in every way. Eventually, I gave in and stopped struggling. I lost feeling in my hands, and as my jaw fell lip, his tongue reached into the back of my throat. He was so strong. So much stronger than Jaime--it made my boyfriend seem like a child. When the black man was done with me, he let go of my wrists--letting me fall into the grass--and walked away casually. I brought my knees to my chest and trembled. There were dozens--maybe hundreds--of people walking by, and not one of them paid any attention to me, or the black man who had just assaulted me. It was as if what they just saw was completely normal. Worse still, the stinging from the slap on my ass persisted. Tears running down my cheeks, I picked up my bag, and started walking back to my car, but as I got up, I bumped into a girl. She scoffed as if I’d called her a whore, then grabbed me by the shoulder. Again, she was at least six inches taller than me--Mexicana, with glossy lips, dreamy light brown eyes, and an ass I would die for. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” she asked, leaning down so that her face was inches from mine. “I-I’m just walking,” I sniffled. What the fuck was her problem? “No,” the Mexicana lifted a beautiful manicured finger, and pressed it against my chest. “You need to fucking apologize, bitch.” “Apologize?” I scowled. Maybe a year ago, I would’ve been a pushover about something like this, but not anymore. “I didn’t fucking do anything. Fuck off!” I tried to storm away, but she grabbed me by the hair, yanking me against her stomach. When I punched her in the leg, she yanked harder on my hair, then threw me into a muddy spot on the grass. She kicked me in the stomach, then in the face. Again, like always, I was completely outmatched physically, and so I curled up into a ball, and shouted, “Help!” The Mexicana kicked me until I stopped shouting. Nobody came over to help. When I finally opened my eyes, I found the Mexicana looking through my bag. She jingled my car keys in front of me. “Which car is yours?” I clenched my teeth. “F-fuck you,” I sobbed. Why wasn’t anyone helping? Could they see that this was fucked up? The Mexicana smirked, then grabbed me by the hair, and started dragging me towards the parking lot. I was surprised by her strength, but I suppose it wouldn’t be too hard to drag an 85 pound girl down a hill. “I’ll walk, I’ll walk!” I begged, and it wasn’t until we reached the road that she finally let me. I was skittish now, trembling uncontrollably. As we were walking, an asian girl only a few inches taller than me stopped us. “Oh my god, your outfit is so cute,” she said. “Can I have it?” I blinked, my back slouched, body still trembling. What had she just asked me? “Give her your fucking clothes,” said the Mexicana, still holding my bag and keys. I didn’t know what else to do. The events that had transpired so far told me that there was only one thing to do. I took off my blouse, and handed it to the girl. She smiled, looking at a muddy spot. “I’ll have to clean them later, but thanks.” She didn’t move on, glancing at my shorts. They were just short little black things--why the fuck did she need those too? I took off my shoes to remove my shorts. She took the shoes, then the shorts when I handed them to her. “Thanks!” said the asian girl. I watched her go with my clothes, leaving me in nothing but a set of dark blue panties and bra, and white socks. The Mexicana slapped me on the back of the head. “Come on, we don’t have all fucking day.” I stumbled into the student parking lot staring at the ground. There was no fucking way i was going to tell this girl where my car was. “Which one fucking is it?” the Mexicana asked, pressing the beep button on my key remote over and over again. “You better fucking tell me.” I said nothing, hoping she would just leave me alone eventually. I could hardly comprehend what was happening. The Mexicana slapped me across the face, then grabbed my bra, and ripped it off. I fell back, my ass hitting the concrete as I tried to cover my small breasts. As the Mexicana reached for my panties, I gave in, “It’s over there! It’s...it’s the white Tesla.” The Mexicana bit her cheek, then pressed the key button. My car beeped. She smirked and walked away, keeping my bag which included my wallet, and everything else I would need to have any hope of getting home. I kept my arms around my chest, and trembled. I tried to see if I could put my bra back on, but it was snapped in half. I watched her sit inside my car, and call someone. Not knowing what else to do, I walked over to her, and knocked on the window. The Mexicana giggling, and opened the window--a plume of smoke hit me in the face. She put her blunt down, and asked, “What?” “C-can I get a ride home?” I’m sure I could have asked someone else, but they would’ve wondered about why I was only wearing socks and panties, alone in the university parking lot. The Mexicana scoffed. “What’s your name, bitch?” “Victoria…” “Too long. Ima call you bitch. I’m Dalia.” I blinked, my shoulders shaking as I still covered my breasts. I had a jacket in the back of my car. “Alright, bitch. Why the fuck would I give you a ride home?” I gulped, averting my gaze. “I-I need it. Please. I’ll...I’ll--” “You’ll what? Bump into me and act like a bitch again?” “No--I’m sorry about that...I’ll give you...I’ll give you--” “Your car? Your wallet? I already got your shit, bitch.” She shut the window and locked the door. I stood there for about a minute, stunned and waiting for this nightmare to end. Why was this happening? How was this happening? I started to walk away when another car pulled up, and Dalia got out. “Took you idiots long enough,” she said. Two guys got out of the car, and whistled. “How’d you get your hands on a Tesla? You sure it’s yours?” “I’ll get the official papers and shit together later,” said Dalia. “For now, I wanna take it for a spin.” She kissed one of the guys, and handed him keys for her own care. I assumed that was her boyfriend. “Who’s that?” asked the other guy. Dalia scowled as she looked at me. “Just some stupid bitch.” She got in the Tesla and drove off. Her boyfriend said bye to his friend, then went off to find Dalia’s car. The other guy grinned at me. “Hey, I’m Ricky,” he said. “What’re you doing out here dressed like that?” I wondered what he meant by that, considering I wasn’t really dressed at all. He reached out and started playing with my nipples. I flinched at the first touch, then let him continue. Things had been bad enough all day whenever I resisted. I figured I should try to just get through the torture in hopes that he’ll be nice to me in return. “C-can you take me home?” “Oh, I can take you home.” He stepped forward and planted his lips against mine. Again, I flinched at first, then just let it happen. His hands reached down into my panties, rubbing against my surprisingly moist clit. I leaned into him, gyrating my hips, burying my face into his chest. He smelled of car oil and gasoline--masculine smells that my boyfriend would never dare go near. I liked it. I came against his calloused fingers, gripping the sleeves of his jacket for support. For an instant, I think I even forgot that I was naked, beaten, and mugged in the middle of the university parking lot. “Let’s get you home,” Ricky said, taking my hand and leading me into his car. What followed was a blur. He told me to play with myself as he drove, and despite myself, I actually did it. I even moaned--something I rarely did even when I was with my boyfriend or masturbating on my own. It seemed unnecessary, at least when you weren’t experiencing pleasure like this. When we got to his house, Ricky carried me to his room. He threw me against the bed and laid on top of me while I was basically naked, and he was fully clothed. He fingered me until I almost orgasm again--for someone with such calloused fingers, he was surprisingly good, though I suppose that may have been because Jaime had been the only guy to ever touch me down there. Ricky had me wash up a little while he undressed(there were mudmarks from when Dalia had beaten my ass), then he threw me on the bed again. “Beg for it,” he said, shoving his massive cock in front of my face. It smelled putrid, but that was somehow arousing. It wasn’t gross like how Jaime’s penis smelled; it was just manly. Gulping, I thought of my boyfriend again. I truly did love him, but my day had been so long, and I was so scared that if I made Ricky mad he would treat me like Dalia had. “I want it, pl-please…” Ricky laughed. “You can do better than that. You got a boyfriend?” I nodded, and averted my gaze. Ricky gripped my chin, and forced me to look at him. “Is his dick tiny?” I clenched my jaw. It was hard staring into his eyes like this. It made me wetter, more desperate. “I...I don’t know.” “You don’t know? Well is it as big as this?” He pressed his cock against the bridge of my nose, his balls brushing against my mouth. My eyes rolled back as a wave of arousal shot through my pussy. It smelled so good. “Iz….iz...iz not as big…” I murmured, sticking out my tongue. Ricky pulled his cock back, denying me the privilege of tasting it. “Which ones not as big? Mine?” “No!” I exclaimed, still staring deeply into his eyes. “M-my bofrens...iz tiny...its really small…” I bit my lip and stared at his cock, growing dizzy as I stared at the hole. It was so endearing, so masculine, so perfect. I wanted it so bad. “Good girl,” Ricky said, finally letting me take his cock into his mouth. I worked my way up and down the shaft(it was only seven inches, but still must’ve been twice as big as Jaime’s). I savored the taste, and wondered why I didn’t do this more often. I was hot now, wasn’t I? Was I too good for Jaime? Maybe I had been for a long time. My mind went blank when Ricky started fucking me. That’s when everything became a complete blur. I remember at some point, I realized I was being fucked while I was sucking another cock. Eventually, there was a third cock, and I could see Ricky sitting on a couch smoking--whoever was fucking me were three strangers. At some point, someone asked me about a tatoo on my ass. I looked down there and saw that there was a tattoo, though without a mirror I couldn’t really see what it was. When they touched it, waves of pain and pleasure shocked through my body. By the end of the night, my ass was purple was how much they’d slapped it. I didnt ask their names. All of their cocks were way bigger than Jaimes. If only I’d known sooner, I would have been doing this for years. It was amazing. Until the following morning. I woke up in the arms of a large hispanic man--probably weighed over 300 pounds. I groaned as I lifted his massive sweaty arms off of myself, then stumbled across the room. There were four guys in the room, the only one I recognized was Ricky, and it was still smokey from whatever they had been smoking last night. I saw a bag of crystal-looking things and assumed they’d be out for a while. I opened Ricky’s phone using his thumb, and found out that I was only a couple blocks away from me and Jaime’s apartment. I grabbed one of the guy’s shirts, and found a pair of women’s sandals. As I stepped out the front door, I looked back and wondered if I’d ever come back here. Maybe after I figured out what was happening to me. Why were people assaulting me so often, and why was no one else ever doing anything about it? It was humiliating stumbling home like that, wearing nothing but a guy’s t-shirt and sandals, but I just wanted to get home. I didn’t know what I would tell Jaime, but I was certain he’d comfort me. Even if he learned I’d cheated, I doubt he’d leave me--he was so utterly pathetic and weak. Ricky and his friends; those were real men. I panted as I went up the final steps, and knocked on the door of my apartment. Obviously, my keys were long gone. “Come in,” someone said, a woman’s voice. I jerked upright, eyes widening. Was this the wrong room? Why would there be a woman in my-- I opened the door without thinking, holding in my breath for the sight that I needed to see. Jaime was on his knees, naked, red whipmarks on his back, his face between another woman’s legs. That woman was the tall blonde from the university, and she was holding my phone in perfect, long-nailed, manicured hands. She grinned at me, and I stiffened. “Oh good,” she said. “Why don’t you work on massaging my feet while I wait for my boyfriend to get here?” Jaime lifted his body, and I saw a tattoo on his skinny little butt. That was the moment I realized I could never leave him. We were perfect for each other. Perfectly pathetic. I took off the grimey old shirt, came over to the perfect woman sitting on the furniture of my apartment. There were papers on the desk, which I would later learn were for transfering the lease of my car and my apartment to her. I would do so willingly, just as I would give her my ssn, bank account passwords, and everything that I could. Because I was pathetic. And there was no way to ever change that. I knelt beside Jaime--still obediently eating her out--and started sucking on our Mistress’ toes.
Title: [Overwatch] Mercy's Experiment Chapter title: The-chapter-where-they-fuck-each-other Story Description: Mercy has a new intern, and they...fuck each other. Man, writing descriptions is harder than writing the actual commissions. My Patreon. Champion of Venus - current build. Games: Overwatch Story Content: “Welcome to my lab,” said Mercy as she led the new intern through the door. He couldn’t take his eyes off of her hips, swinging so gorgeously in her lab coat that he had to restrain himself from grabbing huge handfuls of her thick booty and mauling her until he was completely satisfied. Julian had made a promise to himself; he wanted to pursue a career in medicine, and if that meant wearing extra-tight underwear to pen in his monstercock, and restraining himself from ravaging every cute nurse that crossed his field of vision, he would do just that. It was going to be torture. He had barely survived Mercy’s briefing without stealing glances at her huge chest jutting inside her sweater, keeping his eyes firmly fixed on her own while she demonstrated the proper use of pipettes (he’d already forgotten how to attach the sterile tips), and now his heart hammered as her heels clack-clack-clacked across the smooth floor. Julian’s mind wanted knowledge, but his dick wanted to pump this beauty’s cunt until she was a twitching, drooling wreck on the floor. “Nice place,” said the petite young man, tearing his eyes away from Mercy’s hips as she turned to face him: instead he studied the room around him, the clean tables and high-tech machines along the walls. “So…what’s first on the agenda?” Mercy squeezed the clipboard under her arm, studying him with curious amusement. Of course she was aware of his obsession with her body – a woman of her calibre got a feel for such things – and in truth, she found him attractive too. That was one of the main reasons she’d brought him aboard, not that she’d ever say so out loud. Things would need to remain professional between them, at least while they were at work… More was the pity. “I have an experiment lined up for today,” Mercy said at last, “and I could use your assistance. If you’d accompany me to the next room…?” She turned and strutted through an automatic, sliding door into a smaller, evenly-lit room with a bed in its centre and monitors overhead. As soon as they passed the threshold, the monitors began to display their vitals in bright lettering. Mercy handed the clipboard to Julian and then sat on the edge of the table, taking a small bottle of pills from her labcoat. “A capsule version of my newest physical enhancer,” she explained. “This should increase the recipient’s vitality and focus for twenty-four hours – vital for employees in many sectors, wouldn’t you agree?” Julian stepped forward. He couldn’t disguise the bulge in his pants, and just hoped Mercy wouldn’t make a big deal out of it… Or perhaps he hoped she would, to give them both an excuse to get unprofessional. “Y-Yeah,” he said uncertainly. “You want me to take a pill?” Mercy looked horrified. “Oh, no! I’d never make an intern into a test subject. No… I just want you to observe and take notes.” With that, she popped the lid off the bottle and tipped it back. A pill fell onto her outstretched tongue, which curled gracefully as she shut her mouth and swallowed. “Mnglp.” She touched two fingers to her slender neck, then crossed her hands in her lap and peered at Julian. “Okay. It should begin any second now. As soon as my body starts to metabolise the pill—” She cut herself off, frowning. “Hm. Warm sensation in my stomach; mark it down.” “Y-Yes, ma’am.” Julian was watching carefully, his eyes drawn unavoidably to Mercy’s bust. She was breathing a little faster than before, her chest heaving in and out as she gazed at him. ‘Increase the recipient’s vitality and focus’ … Well, her focus was certainly increasing: the more she stared, the more her eyes narrowed, her silky lips pressing into a straight line while her hands slid down her lap. She leaned slowly forwards as her face turned bright red, and her tongue crept between her lips in a sultry expression of hunger. “Ah… Why don’t you sit beside me?” she asked. Julian gulped and obeyed, wondering what exactly she’d put into those pills. This close, he could feel the excessive warmth radiating off of her body. He imagined that shoving his face between those massive boobs would be like entering a sauna, only much more comfortable. He stared at her openly now, but she didn’t seem to mind: in fact, she placed a hand on his lap and petted him gently as the drug’s effect spread through her. Julian gasped when he realised what he was looking at; ever so slowly, centimetre by centimetre, the doctor’s breasts were growing. Her sweater was growing taut around the sheer size of her giant, MILFy tits, and not only that: the hem slid upwards as her hips and ass widened, exposing her taut tummy and deep, pillowy butt-cleavage. Julian felt the urge to drop a pen into her crack, but instead he grinned nervously at his patron. “How are you feeling?” “Oh…a little weird,” Mercy murmured, seeming to notice her expanded bust for the first time: she could barely see her own knees over the curves of her breasts. “Ah. This is…not the intended result…” “I kinda guessed that,” said Julian. He set the clipboard aside and shifted partway behind Mercy, curling his arms around her waist so he could stroke the undersides of her gargantuan breasts. She hissed and groaned sweetly, eyes shuttering and plump lips pursing as waves of pleasure went through her. Julian could feel how much she was enjoying this, how much she loved his strong caress…but he could feel her reluctance, too. She was way too tense, and as his hands dropped away, she shook her head violently. “This is wrong,” she murmured. “It’s…inappropriate. We shouldn’t be—” “A noted increase in sensitivity,” Julian said thoughtfully. “Hm. Doesn’t this require further testing? Even an unexpected result can yield interesting data, don’t you think?” Mercy hesitated while Julian kneaded her hips, soothing her tensed muscles while she boiled in an ocean of doubt. He heard her take a deep breath, and then her shoulders fell somewhat as she leaned back against him. “You’re right,” she said bluntly. “It would be cowardly to shy away from such intriguing results. So, please…continue.” Julian could barely hide his jubilation, and once again he dug his hands into Mercy’s giant tits – groping her with permission this time, fondling her massive udders while she huffed and puffed in pleasure. She was so soft and warm he couldn’t believe it: burying his face in her neck while peering over her shoulder, he watched her chest shift and wobble around his increasingly energetic kneading. Trailing slowly upwards, he found the bumps of her nipples inside her sweater. They were huge, and when he seized them in his palms, Mercy gave a low, shaky moan in the voice of an angel. Julian, trembling with lust, could do little but kiss her neck and keep on squeezing. “How’s the massage?” he asked thinly, barely able to catch his breath. “It’s…wonderful…” Mercy panted, looking back at him with desperate eyes. “Please don’t stop.” “Wasn’t planning to.” Julian started to tug her udders in and out, toying with them like the funbags they were. They had finished their growth by now, leaving her flat stomach completely exposed, her sweater now acting more like a bra while her labcoat spilled out around Julian’s torso. She made her feelings known with increasingly vocal cries, tossing her head back so it rested on his shoulder. Julian’s boner was now so huge it strained his pants, grinding against Mercy’s waist. He rocked his hips slowly, pleasuring himself even as he drove her wild with merciless squeezes. Determined to move things along, he lifted Mercy’s tits up high, held them there for a second, and then let go. Clap! They flopped down mightily and wobbled in her sweater while she groaned in pure lust. “Now, then…” Mercy watched, her lips slightly parted, as Julian rose from the bed and unzipped his pants, dropping them before her wide eyes. They widened even further when she witnessed the sheer size of his cock swinging free, slinging a warm rope of precum across her clothed chest. His cock was thicker than her waist and longer than her forearm, a veritable baseball bat of hole-gouging fuckmeat. Julian was pleased to see a spot of drool sparkling on Mercy’s lower lip as she stared in awe. She didn’t even need to be ordered: by herself, she hooked her hands under her sweater and lifted. Julian watched her underboob slowly slip free, the true expanse of her massive, MILFy milkers spilling from beneath the tight fabric until they fell completely free, SMACKing together before jiggling to rest: two of the biggest, more beautiful tits Julian had ever laid eyes upon. Without a word, Mercy leaned forward and pushed her boobs around Julian’s monstercock, squishing her udders across his pelvis and partway around his hips while her chin touched his chest, gazing up into his eyes with love and lust combined. “Ahn…” Mercy began to stroke her giant tits up and down, grasping their flanks with her arms and shaking them with all her strength. They moved lazily at first, too huge to pick up speed with any urgency, but soon they were leaping vibrantly around his cock, each blow a spike of pleasure sent directly to Julian’s brain. He groaned happily, wrapping his fists in Mercy’s blonde hair as she lovingly serviced his cock. Experiment? What was that? Only a couple of minutes into their little ‘test’, all concept of a scientific study had gone out the window. They were doing this for pleasure and nothing else, though neither of them would say so. “Fuck, they’re huge,” Julian said. “Think they’ll ever get smaller?” Mercy huffed and puffed sharp breaths as she worked, amazed by the weight on her chest. “I hope so. They could interfere with my work…” “You could give paizuri for a living instead?” Julian suggested, then started to rock his hips firmly into her delicious chest, fucking her tits hard and fast. Each collision of his hips caused her boobs to leap even more vibrantly, smacking her chin again and again. She bit her lower lip and shuddered with joy, then clamped down even tighter on her boobs, desperate to bring him to an enormous climax. Julian didn’t intend to waste this opportunity: he was going to shoot a load directly into Mercy’s mega-tits, and nothing was going to stop him. With a cry of pleasure, he rammed forwards, felt her boobs jiggle against him, and felt sweet release. He exploded between Mercy’s giant boobs, blasting rope after giant rope of thick, potent spunk. Cum jettisoned from her cleavage and down her belly, staining her with smears of white. Mercy closed her eyes and moaned in bliss as the young man pumped his jizz all over her, spurting far more than she’d thought possible! He kept rocking his hips as he blasted away, panting for air, his eyes hazing over as he let loose into the softest banks of titflesh he’d ever felt. “Nnghh…nhhh…” he groaned in pleasure as he milked out the last few ropes of his load, drizzling cum down her taut tummy. Mercy crooned when he stepped back, letting his monstercock free from her boobs’ pillowy entrapment, and she started to gather up splooge on her hands and lick her fingers clean, all while gazing at her lover. Julian grasped his semi-soft monstercock and pumped it rhythmically in his fist, not allowing it to go soft. Seeing his valiant efforts, Mercy decided to help; leaning forward, she curled a hand around the base of his dick and opened wide, pressing slowly forwards to engulf his cockhead and shaft in her soggy lips and wet, gargling maw. Julian groaned when he felt her tonsils clench around his cock, swallowing him down into her slick, bumpy gullet and making her slender neck bulge around his mass. Mercy’s eyes blurred for a moment, filled with delight at the sensation of his cock clogging her throat, and she kept on pushing until her lips flattened against Julian’s pelvis. “Mmph…” Mercy remained there, refusing to pop the seal her lips had on his pelvis. Caressing his balls in one hand and his thigh with the other, he glurked and gargled around his cock, rolling her throat’s muscle up and down his throbbing rod while he squirmed beneath the overwhelming pleasure of her body. Mercy’s tits squished against his legs, her giant udders spilling outwards to surround his knees and bake his thighs in their warmth. At last, with a loving haze in her eyes, Mercy started to rock back and forth, swallowing his cock with steady suckles and pops, rolling her agile lips up and down his meat. Julian was already fully erect: he just couldn’t stay down while someone like Mercy was giving his meat attention. Wrapping a hand in her blonde hair, he started to thrust into her mouth, moaning out loud when a fresh wave of bliss went through him. The steady ‘schlop, schlop, schlop’ of his thrusts filled the room while a slop of drool and cockslime rained down Mercy’s chin and slung across her bunched-up tits. Her neck bulged rhythmically, filling out each time he thrusted in only to shrink back to slim, swanlike perfection when he retreated. Feeling his climax approach, Julian wrenched his monstercock out of Mercy’s gullet and smacked his slab of meat across her face, splattering her with precum. Mercy gasped for air, ropes of cream dangling from her pursed MILF-lips as she peered up at him bashfully. He patted his meat on one side of her face and then the other, herding her in with cock, making her shrink back nervously as he considered his options. “Nnnh, maybe—” Mercy started. “Maybe we should stop…” “Having a moment of clarity, Doc?” asked Julian. “Mm, something like that.” Mercy slid a hand around his cock and pumped it for him, holding it against her cheek as she leaned into his body. “Don’t we have enough data by now…?” Her real message was clear: through the haze of bliss, it had occurred to Mercy that what she was doing something inappropriate and wrong. The look in her eyes said something else, though: that no matter how shameful she felt, her lust hadn’t faded. “What would you do if we stopped now?” Julian asked. “Go find a dildo big enough to please you? You could do that…or you could go put on your field outfit, bend over for me, and let me fuck you until you’re a quivering wreck.” As he spoke, he swirled a fingertip on Mercy’s neck, feeling her grow more and more tense as she imagined what it would be like… At last, the tip of Mercy’s tongue poked between her lips, and she stood before him. Julian somehow resisted the urge to slap her massive tits around as they wobbled at eye-level. She peered down at him for a few long seconds, then turned and left the small room. Julian leaned back onto the bed, rock-hard and heavily agitated, wondering when or if she’d return. A few minutes later, he got his answer as the door opened and a bright, golden light flooded into the room. Mercy stepped inside, dressed in her (now exceedingly tight) field outfit. The white material clung to her huge breasts like some kind of torture device, crushing them into a much smaller space than they could reasonably fit in, making her visibly uncomfortable. Her skirt, meanwhile, rode over cheeks so huge they couldn’t possibly be hidden by her dark tights: they wobbled with every step. Standing tall and proud, Mercy slammed her caduceus staff into the ground and frowned at Julian. “Well?” she asked. “How do I look?” “Perfect,” Julian said breathlessly. He’d had a crush on Mercy ever since he’d first seen her, and her outfit was a big part of that. The whole angel motif got him rock-hard, as became evident when his cock – drooping a little after minutes of neglect – stood straight up once again. He stood and inspected Mercy, walking around her while she blushed and tried to look serious. “I’m surprised you actually gave in. Now, about the ‘bending over’ part…?” “How could I forget?” Mercy shot him a wry grin before leaning slowly forwards, using her grip on the staff to keep her balanced as she extended her thick bubblebutt towards Julian. He waited behind her, watching those giant, tightly clad cheeks emerge from beneath her armoured skirt. The garment was so tight he could see her plump cameltoe through the fabric, and when he dug his hands into her plump asscheeks and spread them, he could see her asshole too. His cock gave a nervous throb, a thick rope of cream spurting between Mercy’s thighs as he teased her giant cheeks. She began to rock her hips for him, not used to being assessed quite like this, and Julian watched in awe as her ass swayed slow circles for him. He was in love, in lust – was there anything this woman couldn’t do to get him going? Raising a hand, he decided to find out. Slap! Mercy hissed as Julian’s palm lanced across her bubblebutt, making it bounce and ripple joyously. Clap! He quickly followed it up with a spank to the opposite cheek, casting the ripples in the opposite direction. Before they could finish, he cupped both hands under her ass and bounced her butt up and down, sloshing her flesh over his palms while inserting his cock into the valley between her cheeks. “Fuck,” he said as her cheeks jiggled over and around his meat, pleasuring him with nothing but their buoyant motions. He swayed his hips, fucking her asscheeks ever so gently while her buns did most of the work, all too aware of Mercy’s embarrassment. Her tits were so massive, her suit so tight that he could see their swells pushing outwards even from behind. Leaning over her, he grasped her giant boobs and mauled them firmly while rutting between her asscheeks. “Poor things. They’re packed in so tight…” “Well…yes,” Mercy said weakly. “Why’d you…make me dress like this…?” Julian grinned. His thrusts steadily sped up, plapping and clapping his thighs against Mercy’s wobbling asscheeks. Though they were coated in skintight material, it didn’t affect their jiggle at all. If anything, it made the bounce of her cheeks all the more alluring. “How do I open the front?” he murmured. “Ah…like this.” Mercy reached back to fiddle with her outfit, and a moment later the entire top dropped away from her torso, leaving her breasts, back, and belly completely bare. A low chuckle burst from her lips. “If you wanted this, I shouldn’t have dressed up…” “No, this is great,” Julian said, eagerly sliding his fingers down the flanks of her dangling breasts, knocking them around with his palms, making them swing pendulously from side to side before squishing them tightly together. Mercy moaned as her udders were toyed with once again, her stiff pink nipples pinched and stretched between her lover’s fingers. Soon her eyes were glazed with lust, and her true desires were all too clear. Julian straightened and pulled back until his cockhead nestled against her pussylips, nuzzling them through her tights. Mercy bit her lip and looked back, half in panic and half in deep desire, her expression begging him to continue. Julian grasped her slender arms and wrapped them behind her head, rendering her helpless. She squirmed in his grip, but it was all for show: she knew she couldn’t break free, and didn’t want to in any case. Now trembling all over, she waited for the decisive moment. Julian took careful aim, and then leaned into her. His cockhead spread her vulva inside her tights, stretching them wide just to fit his massive girth inside. Mercy gasped with panic and pain, her eyes starting to water as she was slowly penetrated. Deeper and deeper, Julian stretched the material of her tights into her cunt’s soaking folds, until the fabric wore thin and finally broke, letting his cock and her pussy meet in the most natural way. At the feeling of his bare member gouging into her, Mercy gave an angelic wail of pleasure and tossed her head back – only for Julian to catch her ponytail in a fist. She kept her arms crossed behind her head, obedient and pliable, letting him do whatever he wanted so long as he fucked her. Julian was delighted with how today had turned out. He pushed Mercy gently forwards until they stood at the edge of the bed, bending her over it before starting to pump rhythmically into her sopping, clenching cunt. Mercy’s cries rang out freely and shamelessly as he started to pound her, rocking her back and forth on his giant cock. Her tits swung all over the place, thwapping and clapping together before jiggling apart, sloshing wildly each time his hips slammed into hers. He fucked her balls-deep, bulging her slender belly around his enormous cock, slowly turning her expression from strained joy into a depraved, crimson ahegao. “Ahhn!” she cried as she hit a sudden climax, shuddering and squeezing around his massive cock. Julian fucked through the sudden resistance, giving her pussy the roughhousing of a lifetime, not letting her rest even to cum. He spanked her asscheeks and pitched sharply forwards, bending her even further over the bed. She was forced to drop her arms just to brace herself, her tits now dragging on the bedsheets while she barely managed to hold herself up. “Ah! Ahn! Fhhuah!” Her cries spurred Julian to pump harder and faster, her pleasure the greatest incentive imaginable – not to mention the prospect of cumming inside the famous Mercy’s womb. Her asscheeks CLAP-clap-clap-SMACKed against his driving pelvis, nearly a foot of cock vanishing into and emerging from her cored-out cunt with each and every thrust. Anyone Mercy knew would have been shocked to see her precious pussy devouring a slab of meat no human woman was meant to take, and yet here she was, cumming again on his meat, her juices trickling down his legs… He hooked his hands beneath Mercy’s thighs and lifted her onto the bed, showing his own kind of mercy to her trembling knees. She wailed in bliss, now able to focus fully on the pleasure surging throughout her gorgeous form. She bit her forearm as her eyes rolled back, her groans of pleasure muffled by her own skin. There was nothing better than this, nothing in the world—! Julian kicked it into overdrive, lurching forwards and HAMMERING her without a shred of restraint. His hips became almost a blur, piston-fucking her, making her cry out in shock as she entered a new world of punishment. SLAP CLAP CLAP CLAP SLAP! His balls bounced off her pillowy thighs again and again while he dug one hand into her tittymeat and hooked the other into the side of her mouth, letting drool pour over his fingers as he railed her like a piece of meat. Mercy could do nothing but take it, becoming a conduit for ecstatic pleasure. Just as Julian’s bliss reached its peak, Mercy came a third time, trembles overtaking her body. And Julian, with a gasp of delight, came inside her. He buried himself balls-deep in her abused cunt, back straightening, muscles tensing. He knew this would be a huge one even before the first shot was fired. And then he was filling her to the brim with his cream, spurting so powerfully that his shots ricocheted off the back wall of her womb. Mercy’s womb filled with a few shots, and with no way of leaking back, her poor inner chamber was forced to inflate. She gasped into her arm, eyes jolting back in their sockets as Julian flooded her more and more. Suddenly he pulled out and, grasping his meat tightly, spent the rest of his load over her asscheeks and thighs, hosing her down with far more seed than any one man should reasonably be able to produce. Mercy’s gaping cunt twitched, and then a huge crown of seed oozed out of her, his load pouring down her thighs even as he dribbled the last few spurts over her calves. “Fuuuck,” Julian said softly, staggering back and gazing upon his handiwork. Mercy was packed to the brim with his load, trembling and twitching, toes curling in her haze of ecstasy. When he sat beside her and looked into her eyes, he saw she was completely fried, unable to think of anything but the pleasure flowing through her. He laid a hand on her blonde hair and caressed her softly, petting her almost, while a sly smile spread across his face. “Not bad for an intern, huh?” - Days later, the doctor and her assistant were experimenting again. Mercy straddled Julian’s lap and grunted as she went up and down, hugging her massive, sweater-clad chest in one arm while the other reached behind to finger her ass. Julian laid back and enjoyed the view, watching her chest bounce and her tummy flex as she rode his cock hard and fast. The sight of her pussy gliding to devour his cock was a pleasure to behold, as was the way her eyes fixed on his as she sank down and came again. She couldn’t seem to control herself when she was on his dick: her climaxes came quickly and easily, and they were always so intense they left her gasping. She was so weak afterwards that she couldn’t keep riding, so Julian hooked his arms around her and pulled her over him, laying her giant tits across his chest and lifting her hips so he could thrust up into her. Slap! Clap! He fucked her while lying beneath her, hooking his arms around her waist and holding her tight. He felt her nibbling and kissing his neck while he worked, rolling her hips over his meat as he stirred her pussy into a sloppy, ecstatic oblivion. She rested like that for a minute or so before taking over, rising up to ride him once again. “So, what’s the prognosis, Doc?” Julian asked weakly. They’d been at it for hours, and both of them were exhausted, but they weren’t about to stop just because their bodies were screaming for mercy. “Am I the best intern you’ve ever had.” “By…a long shot,” Mercy answered in a shaky voice. “Fuck…fuck…” Planting both hands on his chest, she exerted herself, hammering her hips up and down like a champion. Julian grit his teeth. “I’d like to make you…a full-time employee, but only…if you stay by my side.” Julian rolled a thumb around her nipple, squishing it inside her increasingly drenched sweater. “I’d love to,” he said. “But if you’re not careful, I might take your job.” She flashed him an angry glare. “As if…I’d let that happen!” She started to lift and drop her hips in mighty blows. CLAP CLAP SLAP CLAP! Julian was so surprised by the intensity of her pumps that he lost control and erupted inside her, launching a giant salvo of spunk directly into her womb. His load flooded out of her and poured over his hips, flooding the space between his thighs as he twitched and arched his body on the bed. Mercy grinned triumphantly as she milked him, but then her eyes twitched upwards and she came too, wailing softly as bliss took her coherent thoughts away. She slid across his body, lying upon him with her arms knitted around his neck. Their lips brushed across each other, their breathing loud and desperate. They kissed each other gently, kneaded one another’s awesome bodies, muttered sweet nothings in the depths of their passion. Another successful experiment.
Title: [Overwatch] R&R Chapter title: Meis-Retreat Story Description: The ladies of Overwatch need to rest and recuperate sometimes, and where better than a spa? As it happens, this particular establishment offers a 'special service' that's sure to make any woman quake with pleasure. I have a Patreon! Donations help to fund my H-game. You can play Champion of Venus here. Games: Overwatch Story Content: Mei gave a soft, grumbling little moan as she exited the sauna, a fluffy white towel wrapped around her bubbly body, her cleavage bunched up. She wore a lazy smile on her face, so unused to rest and relaxation that every step she took felt like heaven. She was followed closely by the owner of the relaxation centre, a young man named Oscar, who softly took her hand and led her through the corridors. “What next?” Mei crooned, glancing at the man whose job it was to see to her utmost releaxation. Her face was flushed red from all the steam, her eyes unfocused and narrowed. At first she’d been uncertain about this whole arrangement — she could be performing vital work right now — but her teammates had insisted, and she didn’t regret it at all. She allowed Oscar to lead her into the next room, where a massage table awaited. Mei hesitated before unfolding her towel from her shoulders, casting a glance at the slender young man beside her. “No peeking.” Oscar smiled politely at his guest and turned away, allowing her to fully disrobe and lay face-down on the table, her enormous tits squishing out beneath her. She laid the towel across her buttocks, then gave a faint hum to let Oscar know she was ready. He turned again, peering down at Mei’s excessively curvy figure appreciatively. It seemed Overwatch only hired woman with drop-dead looks – a policy he approved of. Stepping up to her, Oscar drizzled massage oil over his hands before getting to work. Mei moaned happily as he started to ease the knots in her back. “Mmhn…! You have no idea how tense you can get…being frozen in ice for so long… Ah, that’s the spot…” She closed her eyes and shivered pleasantly, toes curling as Oscar’s delicate hands targeted the greatest spots of tension. “Hnn…hnngh…” “You sound like you’re enjoying yourself,” Oscar commented, grinning slyly as Mei squirmed under his expert touches. She blushed bright red and bit her bottom lip. “Nnh…that’s your fault. Say…my teammates mentioned you perform a ‘special’ service. I can’t imagine anything being more special than this, but I can’t say I’m not interested…” Oscar raised an eyebrow. In truth he was desperately horny, and had been ever since the thick bombshell walked through the front door; he wanted to give her his deepest personal attentions, and now she seemed to be inviting him… “In that case,” he said, “let’s get this thing out of the way.” Mei suddenly felt a chill on her butt as Oscar whipped the towel away, exposing her huge, jiggling booty in all its glory. She yelped – but then she felt something big and meaty smack down on her rump, sending a ripple through her smooth flesh, and a weight pressing down. So her shock, Oscar – without pants – had straddled her thighs and was currently thrusting his enormous, veiny fuckrod between her asscheeks. “Is this to your liking, Miss Zhou?” “A-Ah…so that’s what your ‘special service’ is,” she mumbled nervously, blushing even harder. Her fingers gripped the edge of the table tightly; the sheer size of Oscar’s fuckhammer surprised her, but she couldn’t say she wasn’t curious. “Well, I suppose I don’t mind—nnghk!” She went cross-eyed as Oscar drew his hips back, took a breath, and RAMMED every last inch of his monstercock into her ass. He started pounding her at full force, with no gradual build-up, stretching her insides without mercy right from the get-go. She squealed in shock and pleasure, arching her back, her buttcheeks jiggling mightily each time Oscar’s hips slapped into them. The jolts carried through her body all the way to her enormous tits, making her vast cleavage wobble joyously. “Hah! Ahn! Fuaah--!” Mei cried out, her breaths sharp and shaky, her eyes starting to glaze over with bliss. She couldn’t believe what she was feeling. This was amazing! As Oscar’s thrusts clapped and smacked through her body, Mei shuddered in a sudden, powerful orgasm, her untouched cunt clamping and clenching under her gaped asshole while Oscar pounded her stupid. “M-More--!” But Oscar was at his limit. After tending to Mei’s spa session for so long, he was fit to burst – and that was exactly what he did. Plunging balls-deep into Mei, he groaned and erupted inside her, blasting her insides white with his thick, potent seed, breeding her ass like there was no tomorrow. “Nngh…” he groaned happily, his own cheeks dark red by this point, rocking over Mei as he swam in a sea of ecstasy… When he finally pulled out, his cock stretched a long bridge of slimy splooge between his tip and Mei’s twitching, drooling asshole. He wiped himself with the towel, pulled up his pants, and bowed politely to the panting, wheezing Mei. “Would you be interested in our luxurious bath facility?” he asked. “There’s nothing like it, after a sauna and massage.” “Hah…haaah…” Mei crooned in amazement, struggling even to fill her lungs. Oscar smiled. “I’ll take that as a ‘yes’.”
Title: [Overwatch] Widowmaker's Special Assignment Chapter title: Blackmail-More-like-black-m--No-not-making-that-joke. Story Description: Tasked with stealing blackmail material from Doomfist, Widowmaker instead finds herself on the wrong end of his colossal 'weapon'. - My lewd visual novel, Champion of Venus, is now on Steam! If you're on mobile, or in a country where adult games are banned on Steam, you can also find it on Itch.io! Games: Overwatch Story Content: Another long night, another tedious spying mission. Widowmaker rappelled down the outside wall of the hotel, hanging upside-down and slowly extending her line by hand. The city lights glimmered beneath her, cars sliding up the aisles of main roads and sidestreets – a vast metropolitan sprawl, a lightshow too dazzling for anyone to notice a single, shadowy figure making it way down the side of a building. Besides, no one looked up in the big city – a fact that Widowmaker exploited to its maximum degree. Finally, reaching the target floor, Widowmaker took out a device to cut through the glass. She worked at this carefully for several minutes, making as little noise as possible, before pushing the detached pane inwards. It landed without shattering on the living room rug, and Widowmaker slipped silently into the apartment – her curvy, agile figure unfurling into the opulent room with catlike grace. She rose and peered around, one hand resting on a cocked hip, her eyes derisive and lips pursed. She wanted to get this over with as soon as possible. Finally, she walked into the kitchen and looked around, taking out a small flashlight to search the surfaces. She was looking for documents, blackmail, anything her contacts could use to prevent the spread of a dangerous element within Talon. At last, finding nothing elsewhere in the apartment, Widowmaker opened the bedroom door and stepped inside. Her lips quirked when she saw the massive figure sprawled across the bedsheets, lying atop them like some chiselled statue of a man. Doomfist’s chest rose and fell with deep, tectonic shifts as he lay in repose. His gauntlet rested against the wall beside the bed – a shock that he didn’t sleep with it on. Widowmaker hummed under her breath as she approached the bedside, trying to judge just how deep asleep Doomfist really was. Did he require a little injection, or maybe a kiss with her special lipstick? She doubted she was going to find anything, anyway; she knew Doomfist as a practical man, not the type to leave any key documents lying around. There was a safe in the corner – her contacts would expect her at least to crack it – but for now, she continued to inspect the man lying on the bed. Such a threatening presence, now completely at her mercy. Widowmaker entertained herself with fantasies of straddling him and wrapping her hands around his neck – waking him up to the sensation of his life draining out of his body. To see the panic in his eyes for the first time would be a prize well worth disobeying orders. Widowmaker gave a slight sigh, coming to her senses. She was about to move on to the safe when something caught her eye; a…shifting, a stirring in the fabric of Doomfist’s pants leg. Widowmaker was shocked to see a python-like bulge starting to throb under the material, pushing up and out against its tight restraints. With each deep breath the massive man took, his cock gave a few lazy throbs inside his pants, swelling down the leg until it nearly reached his knee. Widowmaker muttered a curse under her breath. She couldn’t help herself around a massive cock, and this… This had to be the biggest she’d ever seen. She stepped a little closer, bending over Doomfist’s groin to better inspect the ridiculous bulge growing there. She was tempted to shine her flashlight over it – to confirm what she was seeing wasn’t just a product of poor night-vision – but instead she watched it in the dimness, observing its slow growth. Maybe it detected, in some unconscious way, the presence of a smoking-hot woman? Or maybe he was just developing a nasty case of morning wood. In either case, Widowmaker was elated. Thoughts of her mission vanished out the window. Her tongue ran across her lips, and she gave a soft moan as she realised what she was about to do. She hoisted a long, agile leg up high and stepped across Doomfist’s sleeping form, planting her heels on either side of his hips and squatting over his ridiculous bulge. With one hand on her thigh and the other in her hair, Widowmaker started to twerk over his groin. The rocking motions disturbed Doomfist, who frowned in his slumber and opened one eye. “Mon dieu,” Widowmaker purred as Doomfist stirred. “I could have put a bullet in your head just now. I thought you were some kind of strongman, but you look weak as a baby when you sleep.” “What is—” Doomfist grumbled, before fixing his eyes on the obscene, purple latex-clad asscheeks jiggling, leaping, wobbling over his groin. “Widowmaker,” he said. “Recognise this, do you?” she asked, pumping her hips a little harder – making her asscheeks bounce up and down, up and down, starting to smack audibly together inside her skintight suit. “I never caught you staring before. Maybe you’re subtler than I gave you credit for.” Doomfist sucked in a deep breath, centring himself. He felt the breeze coming from the living room, saw the flashlight lying on the floor. He scowled. “You came here to—” Before he finished that sentence, Widowmaker slammed her ass down on top of his bulge, grinding her hips in hard and heavy circles on his concealed monstercock. She could feel that ridiculous shaft pulsing and flexing under her, pressing up into the valley of her asscheeks and against her clothed pussy. She grumbled and reached down to stroke herself through her suit, fondling her needy clit while enjoying herself atop Doomfist’s bulge. “That hardly matters now, does it?” she said, grinning over her shoulder at him. “Let’s put business aside. I’ve wanted to try this since I met you…” Doomfist continued to glare like some kind of angry moai statue, his jaw set and his eyes unimpressed – even as Widowmaker squished her wide bubblebutt all over his groin. “You…” he said in a deep, commanding voice. “…have no idea what you’re getting yourself into.” “Is that so?” Widowmaker crooned, and leaned back flexibly – peering into his eyes upside-down. “Why don’t you try me?” Doomfist held her eyes for another second before seizing her hips sharply. Without hesitation, he lifted her into the air and set her to one side, then rose from the bed and tugged at his pants. “Lie on your back,” he said without looking at her. Widowmaker, meanwhile, stared intently as he dragged his pants down his legs – and gasped when that monumental, throbbing, dark pillar of fuckmeat sprang up into the air. It was just as massive, just as ridiculously, hole-gapingly big as she’d imagined, making her bite down on her plump lower lip and utter a soft groan. The thrill of his size spurred her to obey him, lying on the bedsheets on her back, her head hanging over the edge, her hair dangling low. She had a good idea what he intended, and she was all too happy to comply – opening wide, flapping her long tongue over her chin, gurgling for him as he stepped up to her and brought his broad, fist-sized crown to her soft, wet lips. She went cross-eyed staring at his cockhead, her expression melting into such lustful depths that his cock gave a big, appreciative throb as it approached her. When it touched her lips, Widowmaker sucked hard, forming a vacuum seal around his pulsing dickpillar and gurgling, sending sweet vibrations into his meat. She lashed her tongue across his tip again and again, flicking and curling and rippling, making his cock pulse harder and more vigorously as he fully awoke from his deep sleep. Looming over her, Doomfist gave a grunt and laid a hand on Widowmaker’s exposed neck. “Now, who is at whose mercy?” he asked, before ramming his hips forward and cramming his monstercock between Widowmaker’s lips, over her tongue, and down her tight, rippling throat! GHLURK~! Her slender neck bulged massively around Doomfist’s giant pillar, her eyes rolling back in their sockets and starting to water from the intense stuffing sensation. Her tits leapt inside her suit from the sheer force of his pump, and her fingers bit into the bedsheets. “Hrrggk--!” Doomfist pushed forward until every inch of his forearm-dwarfing monstercock was lodged inside Widowmaker’s body, his huge, heavy balls flattening her features and eclipsing her eyes and forehead, her lips wringing and drooling pathetically against his smooth, hairless pubic region. He grinned then, a smug and dominant expression, watching the neck-bulged Widowmaker croak and squirm on his dick. “Quite the reversal, wouldn’t you say?” he asked, before tightening his grip on her onahole of a neck – and tugged his hips back. Gwhrrrggh~! Inch by inch, his throatslimed monstercock emerged from Widowmaker’s gaping lips, his balls falling away from her eyes, which blinked rapidly as she tried to contend with the amazing feeling of having her throat so thoroughly stretched. It felt like he’d grown even bigger in her throat, like he wasn’t even at maximum capacity yet. He pulled back until he’d reached the very tip, his cockhead oozing precum into Widowmaker’s open mouth as she gagged and gasped for air. He sucked in another breath – and then started to fuck her throat for real. GWUCK, GWUCK, GWARK, GWARK, GLURRRKH~! Widowmaker rocked on the bed, her tits leaping and her fists clenching tight into the sheets, as Doomfist hammered her throat hard and fast. His balls smacked her face again and again, clobbering her skull and letting her head the gurgling, churning, sloshing of jizz in his giant nuts. He slammed her mercilessly, driving his hips back and forth with all the force he could muster, squeezing her neck as though trying to throttle her – though his cock was doing a fine enough job of that on its own. He wrecked her gullet with a strength only Doomfist could muster, growling each time he struck home, his face twisting with savage pleasure every time he sank his oversized cock into her bumpy gullet! He used Widowmaker as his own, personal cocksleeve – a roll she was forced to adapt to quickly, her throat reshaped to better take his dick, her neck bulging all the way down to her collarbone in a lurching dance, her tits leaping up to her chin and smacking together on the downswing, sweat sparkling on her cleavage! Doomfist kept going for a long minute or so, wrenching his giant dick in and out of her throat, slamming her like she’d never been slammed before – but he didn’t intend to finish down her throat. No – he had bigger and better things in mind. Once he was thoroughly pleased, having soaked and lubed his morning wood in her gullet, he wrenched back with a sudden GLUORRRCH from Widowmaker’s throat, splattering drool across the bedsheets. His gleaming, soaking monstercock towered over her, long ropes of goo connecting it to her gasping, gaping lips. She stared in horror and desire at his throbbing monstercock, wondering what he intended to do next. She didn’t have to wait long. Doomfist scooped Widowmaker up, his arms under her thighs, facing her outward from him with his giant cockhead pressing against her pussylips, grinding on her groin through the fabric of her suit! She whimpered and bit her lip as he began to press the material inwards, stretching her suit into her own pussy – until at last, the material simply snapped, and his bare, hulking cock kissed the inside of her cunt. “Ohhn…!” Widowmaker groaned, letting out a long, wanton moan of bliss as Doomfist entered her for real – nestling his cockhead amidst her clenching vulva, grinding it back and forth slowly, testingly. “Now, then,” he said, and that was all the warning Widowmaker got before he squeezed her tighter, braced her against the tip of his cock, and rammed up into her pussy with all the strength of a fuck-machine! SCHLAP! His cock sank into her with a brutal surge, bulging her belly and making her tits bounce once again! He started to fuck Widowmaker standing, bouncing her up and down on his cock while she squirmed, her tits framed between her own thighs, her feet above her own head! She jiggled and jerked, her asscheeks rippling from the force of his thrusts. CLAP, CLAP, CLAP, CLAP! Her howls went ignored by the hulking man, who just squeezed tighter and pumped harder, harder, demolishing Widowmaker’s pussy with heaving strikes of his powerful hips. “Unf, unf, unf!” he huffed as he fucked her, lifting and dropping the ultra-curvy assassin as easily as though she were a doll. The bounding of her tits amused him, but what he really sought was to make her belly bulge out as far as possible, driving her down further – his cock deeper – with every thrust. CLOP, CLOP, PLOP, CLOP! The noises of their sex resounded throughout the expensive apartment,as did Widowmaker’s howls of bliss as she sank into a world of molten sex. Her tongue hung from her open mouth, her eyes rolled back, and she squealed girlishly as she finally hit her orgasm – toes curling, fists clenching, teeth clamping together as she juddered, arched, and squirted like the sloppy whore she was! Doomfist tipped her forwards – and slammed her down onto the bed, starting to fuck her there with her ass up high and her face pressed into the sheets. She squirmed pathetically, but nothing she could do would stop Doomfist from taking what he wanted. His hips ran back and forth like a monster’s, enraged and acting at full capacity, slamming every last inch of that furious gigadick in and out of her helpless cunt! SCHLAP, SCHLAP, SCHLAP, SCHLAP, SCHLAP! Doomfist brutalised Widowmaker without mercy, without concern for her wellbeing, intent on making those purple-clad asscheeks jiggle, her belly-bulge punch into the bedsheets, and her tongue flop out and drool. When he hit his limit, Doomfist roared, struck forward, and unleashed a boiling white load of splooge that bloated her belly immediately. As her stomach rounded out, Widowmaker gnawed on the pillow, gurgling sweet bliss that was muffled by the sheets. She quaked and shuddered, kicking and squirming, mewling and moaning as the star-hot bliss took over her body and soul. She couldn’t control herself, couldn’t stop the sweet shudders and spasms, couldn’t stop groaning like the world’s sloppiest slut! By the time he was finished, Widowmaker’s belly looked heavily pregnant. It gurgled and churned noisily with seed – and when he pulled out, cum shot from her like a geyser, spraying across the bedsheets while Doomfist crossed his arms and looked down in amusement. “I assume this means ‘mission failed’,” he said as his cock twitched happily in the aftermath of their destructive sex. With a foot, he nudged her into a roll, making her flip onto her back and peer up at him. He knelt, and held her jaw in a large hand, peering deep into her own eyes in return. “Now, then… I think it’s time you started talking. Who sent you, and where can I find them…?” Widowmaker groaned, and started to talk.
Title: [Persona 5] Revenge on the Prosecutor Chapter title: Featuring-giant-titty-Sae Story Description: Sae Niijima's a little too good at her job. When a criminal seeks revenge on her, her sister Makoto gets caught up in his campaign of sexual vengeance. - Champion of Venus, my lewd visual novel, is out now on Steam and Itch.io! Join Rayne for an adventure packed with the kinkiest scenes you've ever seen in a video game. Games: Persona Story Content: “I am not having another discussion about this,” Sae said sharply, rising from the dinner table and glowering at Makoto, arms crossed under her significant bosom. The prosecutor lady had to have her suits custom-made due to her…unique physique; the fabric squeezed her megatits and wide, jutting hips uncomfortably tight, making her easy to anger even at the best of times. Even from behind, the sheer size of her breasts was apparent to every observer, sloshing from side to side even in tight clothes, and as for her ass…well, she was hardly lacking in that department, either. She possessed a thick rump that even the most surgically-enhanced pornstar couldn’t hope to rival, and the best part – i.e. the most annoying part for Miss Niijima – was that her body was all natural. Her genes were simply superior to the vast majority of humanity, and there was no doubt her physical assets helped out with her career. She couldn’t even count the number of defence attorneys she’d watched stammer and mumble and bumble their way through closing arguments while desperately trying not to stare at her chest as it squished over the table with her every gesture. Criminals attesting to their innocence found themselves tongue-tied, flustered, appearing guilty to all in attendance, while Sae’s witnesses hung on her every word. She had no professional rivals; none could even come close. That much was true, at least, in the professional sphere. When it came to her own home, though… Makoto rose from her chair, hoisting her dumptruck ass off the sofa and parking her fists on her hips. Her crimson eyes locked with Sae’s own, and they glared at each other furiously, backs straight and legs slightly apart, like two apex predators vying for dominance. Just as Sae was the queen of the courts, Makoto was empress of Shujin Academy. It was clear from a single glance that whatever career she chose, she’d wind up in its highest position. She shared her sister’s penchant for domination, and everyone looked up to her. Maybe that was why the two of them argued so ferociously; backing down wasn’t in either of their natures. Their staring contest dragged on for a long few seconds, the air between them seeming to twist and distort with heat. At last, Sae snorted and turned to the door. “I’m going to work. Try to simmer down before this evening; maybe when I’m back, we can have a normal conversation—” As she spoke, she unlocked the door and turned the handle – and when she pushed it open, a dark shadow fell over her. She barely had time to gasp before a huge, burly hand wrapped around her neck and lifted her off the ground, massive titties and all, holding her up high as she kicked and gagged. The colossal man ducked under the doorframe and kicked the door shut. He was a long-featured man with very short hair, a crooked nose, and shadowed eyes. Sae’s teeth clenched as recognition clicked in her mind, and then her eyes dropped to his body, his muscles… Shino Sanagi had gotten buff in prison. “Hello, Prosecutor,” the criminal greeted her in a calm voice, and then threw her to the floor. Sae landed painfully, crying out, and tried to scramble to her feet – but before she could, Sanagi planted a foot directly in the centre of her right breast, squishing it violently inside her shirt. She roared in sensitivity, tears welling in her red eyes and teeth grinding as the criminal screwed his heel into her tender flesh. “And hello to her younger sister. I hope I’m not interrupting your morning.” Makoto suddenly broke out of her trance. “Get off of her!” she yelled, charging Sanagi and aiming a flying kick straight at his neck. He grabbed her ankle in mid-air, stopping her momentum and then dangling her upside. She wailed dizzily as he shook her like a doll in his vice-tight grip, watching her with eyes full of amusement. To Sanagi, she practically weighed nothing at all. “I’d heard rumours, but I didn’t realise the whole family shared your…assets,” he commented, nostrils flaring as he gazed at the two of them with growing excitement. “Yeah – this should work perfectly.~” “Unnngh…” Sae was still struggling to think straight amidst the titty-smushing pain of the criminal’s heel. “I thought…I put you away…for ten years minimum,” she snarled, trying to pry his leg away. “In case my clothes don’t make it obvious, I broke out,” Sanagi said with a shrug, as though it had barely taken any effort. “The judge sent me to the toughest prison in the country. Do you know what kept me going, Prosecutor? My desire to see you again.” Suddenly, to the sisters’ shock and horror, he lifted Makoto up high – so her skirt fell and exposed her black panties – and covered her delicate mound with his open mouth. Makoto shrieked as the big criminal slugged his tongue over her sensitive petals, licking her cunt through the fabric of her panties. Sae tried to break free again, but it was hopeless; she had no choice but to squirm under his foot as he vented his perverted desires on her younger sister. “Mmn,” he groaned when he finally pulled away, leaving Makoto panting for air, her eyes faded and mouth open. “You taste good. I wonder if that runs in the family, too…” He flipped Makoto over and dropped her to her knees. She went easily, too stunned to resist, and the next thing Sae heard as Sanagi opening his zipper, then pushing his pants down. “Take me instead,” Sae tried to hiss, but then his crumpled pants fell over her face, muffling her. Makoto was just coming out of her daze when a massive slab of something smacked her across the face. She flinched and tried to cry out, but then the something hit her again, and again, beating her rosy-red cheeks with brutal whaps and claps, growing heavier with each and every impact. Sanagi grinned as he swung his cock into her face, waiting for her reaction…waiting for her to process the sheer size of him. Few girls ever looked at his cock without screaming in horror and trying to run away; maybe Makoto was made of stronger stuff, but it didn’t matter – the end result would be the same. “Wake up, slut,” Sanagi growled as Makoto finally focused on his giant, vein-riddled schlong, and her mouth dropped open. She couldn’t believe what she was looking at; Sanagi’s cock had to be longer than her forearm! It throbbed and fattened visibly, like a black market dildo made for the most self-destructive of masochists. She tried to turn away instinctually, but Sanagi grasped her chin and shoved his cockhead up against her lips, forcing her to inhale his mind-melting musk. As she coughed and spluttered, he said, “Give it a kiss. You’d better get used to it; you’ll both be marrying my dick before the day’s through.” Horrified by the prospect, Makoto kept fighting Sanagi’s grip until he forced his cock into her mouth, prying her jaw open with his fingers and then shoving his cockhead inside. She tried to bite down, but before she could, he wrapped a hand in her hair and rammed his hips forward. ULGK! Makoto’s eyes rolled back as her slender neck bulged around Sanagi’s colossal brute-dick. Her tongue was forced from her open mouth by the raw size of that girthy fuckslab, and she gargled pathetically as he started to rape her throat with rough pumps. HUECK, GECK, GHUCK, GHUCK, GUECH! Tears poured down her cheeks as she choked and spluttered on Sanagi’s thrusting dick, the bulge in her neck dancing up and down, her modest chest shaking with every thrust. As her neck and chest bulged around his plunging cock, one shirt button popped, and then another, until her boobs were almost completely exposed. Still the monster continued to fuck her throat, making spittle ooze down her chin and neck and splatter over her tits, while she went cross-eyed from oxygen deprivation. All the while, her big sister wailed under Sanagi’s foot, pressed down and humiliated while he took advantage of her sibling. Suddenly, Sanagi yanked his cock out of Makoto’s throat – drool bursting from her lips in a pressurised spray – and smacked it across her face. “How’s it feel, slut?” he asked as he dick-whipped her, making her whimper and bite her bottom lip. Before she could answer, he plugged her gullet once again, and the maddening glurks and gargles resumed. He fucked her throat until every inch of his cock could sink into her sloppy gullet, smushing her plush lips against his pelvis while his fingertips raked her scalp and his balls pulsed against her chin. He groaned happily as he pulled back, inch by inch, slowly freeing his cock from her throat…and when his glans emerged, dripping slime, he snarled, “Time for your marriage ceremony, cunt.” He pushed her down on her back. At last, his foot left Sae’s bust, and she breathed a sigh of relief – only to gasp as she looked up and saw Sanagi mount her sister, squatting over her and hoisting her thighs up high. Makoto’s knees touched her shoulders, and her toes curled inside her stockings as she stared down at her tormentor over her shirt-clad boobs…which jiggled free as the criminal grasped and wrenched open the garment. Buttons flew through the air and danced across the floor as her titties wobbled in the open air, her jaw dropping in surprise and panic flaring in her eyes. “Wait—” she said, but then Sanagi pressed his near fist-thick cockhead against her panties-clad pussy and started to bear down on her with his weight. She gasped, trying and failing to dig her fingers into the floor as the big brute started to penetrate her, stretching her poor pussylips inside her panties until, with a shriek and a SCHLAP!, she took his monstercock inside. Her eyes rolled so far back that barely any colour showed beneath her drooping, wavering lids, and both hands went to her belly, which now was bulging around Sanagi’s giant cock. He grinned wide at her look of devastated bliss – and laughed when her cunt spasmed in orgasm. “That’s right, slut!” he roared in amusement, while Sae watched on in stunned horror. “Give into your new husband…” With that, he slammed his palms down on Makoto’s shoulders and started to rough-thrust, stirring up her tight little cunt with brutish heaves of his well-muscled body. He worked her cunt like an instrument he planned on breaking, making her belly warp out with each womb-tugging thrust, spanking her juicy asscheeks with his balls so those big, ultra-smooth banks of buttmeat wobbled and sloshed and SMACK, SMACK, SMACKED under his nonstop abuse. Before long, he started to maul her tits under his hands, grabbing handfuls of sensitive skin and squeezing as tight as he could, making her smooth tittyflesh fold between his fingers. “Ha, nice,” he growled as Makoto wailed a wordless cry for mercy – mercy that Sanagi had no intention of giving. He was just getting into his rhythm; why ruin such a good thing? Ducking low, he bit Makoto’s left breast, sinking his teeth in deep and tugging on her meat like an animal while she juddered in a second orgasm. The poor thing had no way of protecting herself; his cock simply drove her to climax without a shred of mercy, taking control of her sensations and her emotions. Soon she’d be addicted to his dick – in fact, the process was already underway. Makoto’s cries of pain and terror were intermingled with ones of pure bliss, a fact that didn’t go unnoticed by her precious big sister. Speaking of… Why hadn’t Sae tried to pull the thrusting brute off of Makoto yet? The answer was that she, too, was getting all hot and bothered as she watched the show. On her hands and knees, she huffed and puffed as she watched those heavy balls CLOP, CLOP, CLOP against her younger sister’s ass, making her bubbly cheeks ripple outwards all the way to the edges before returning weaker wobbles toward the centre. Makoto’s ass was far superior to Sae’s own supreme rump, and watching it wobble was downright hypnotic…hypnotic enough to make Sae moan and bite her lip, wondering what it would feel like to take such a gigantic dick in her holes. At last – and just a second too late – Sae snapped out of it. She surged to her feet and reached for Sanagi, intending to wrestle him away from Makoto. “Get off, you bastard--!” Just as those words left her lips, Sanagi gave a deep, guttural grunt and wrapped himself around Makoto, clamping down with his arms and legs and squeezing her in a vice-grip from which there was no escape. Her pornstar-crushing dumptruck ass squished between his thighs, and she gave a reedy whine of delight as the criminal busted the biggest, fattest, gooiest nut in her womb! SPLORRRCH! Cum doused her womb, jet after jet blasting her deepest, most depraved depths, devirginizing her with a slew of disgustingly wet noises. She gurgled and panted as he flooded her with several years’ worth of jizz, until her belly swelled and her pink pussy sucked his dick like a pair of lips – and only then did he start to pull out. Slrrrrrch…pop! His cock burst from Makoto’s pathetic, cored-out pussy with a final spurt of jizz across her stomach, and as her gaping cunt was freed, it immediately oozed torrents of seed across the floor. “M-Marry…” Makoto crooned toward the ceiling, still holding her own knees against her shoulders, swaying from side to side in post-coital bliss. Her chest was covered in handprints and bite marks. “Marry your cock…” “Good girl,” Sanagi purred as he looked over his handiwork. Only when he heard a whimper from behind did he turn, one eyebrow raising. “Oh, Prosecutor. I forgot you were there.” Sae sat back on her tailbone, her knees hoisted and legs spread wide, hungrily stroking her pussy with one hand while the other peeled her pants down her calves. She still wore her shirt, but it was mostly unbuttoned, giving a spectacular view down the centre of her giant breasts, rising and falling, glossed with sweat. Sanagi licked his lips as he stepped toward her, offering her his throbbing, drooling cockhead. “Do you have something to say?” he asked calmly. “Uhn…” Sae wore a face of pure desperation, torn between hatred and fear and…a much stronger lust than any she’d felt before. Had he drugged her, somehow? No… This was just her natural reaction to seeing such an obscene display of superior beings rough-mating with each other. She was jealous of Makoto – she wanted to be bred too! “I…” she said, then wet her lips and tried again. “I…want to…accept your…proposal…” Sanagi tipped back his head and laughed out loud. “You sounded hesitant,” he said. “Why don’t you show me your desires…with your body?” Sae groaned, curling two fingers into her sopping pussy…then she nodded and leaned forward to kiss Sanagi’s cockhead. He hummed happily as her soft lips – the same lips that had accused and sent him to jail – parted to surround his needy cockhead, still rock-hard and ready to rut. How could one man be so…well, masculine? His mere presence was melting Sae’s mind, and when she tasted his cock – and her sister’s pussy – on her tongue…she went a little savage. Her eyes widened, her nostrils flared, and she pushed herself down Sanagi’s cock like the cumdumpster she was quickly becoming. Gluorrk! She swallowed his massive cock with one determined shove, tearing her shirt the rest of the way open so her colossal udders could swing out into the open, jiggling and jostling each other for space. Glurk, glurk, glurk, glurk! She pumped her throat up and down Sanagi’s raging erection, massaging it in her gullet, glugging it down without a speck of concern for her own ability to speak afterwards…or her current ability to breathe. Even when her eyes started to loll back from lack of oxygen, she kept on swaying, kept on glurking, kept on worshipping that huge slab of criminal cock! “Now, that’s what I like to see,” said Sanagi, and grabbed big handfuls of her hair – wrapping it tightly around his fists and forearms. “But it’s time for you to take your medicine, Prosecutor. You didn’t think I wouldn’t punish you for putting me away, did you…?” Sae’s world blurred as Sanagi started to ram her slutty gullet with his hardest, most brutal thrusts, sinking every inch of his dick down her throat with each and every jerk of his powerful hips. BLURK GLURK GLURK GLORK GLORK GLUCK~! Sae’s tits sloshed to the sides and batted together, flinging sweat through the air as the big criminal dominated her with his oversized fuckslab, battering her chin with his balls! She lost her mind a little, feeling her sanity slip further and further as her eyes blurred more, her jaw strained around the sheer size of Sanagi’s cock, and her tits jiggled nonstop! Every few thrusts, he pulled her hair and pinned her lips to his hilt, sinking his entire cock down her gullet and holding it there, letting her gurgle and gag, until she started to panic and try to pull away – and only then did he resume his ferocious pounding, punishing her slutty face-hole for condemning him to years in prison. Makoto, lying behind Sanagi, groaned and picked herself up onto her hands and knees. She crawled to him and wrapped her arms around his left leg, squishing her tits against it like a stripper pole and watching her sister’s facial devastation. She kissed Sanagi’s skin again and again, showing her devotion to this man who had stormed into her house and upended her life. He chuckled and rested a hand in Makoto’s hair, petting her almost affectionately as he yanked on Sae’s hair with his other hand. Sae’s makeup ran as her eyes streamed tears, eyeliner dribbling down her cheeks and dripping from her chin. Sanagi kept speeding up, pumping her face harder and faster, harder and faster, until – at long last – he tensed up and gave a final snarl of bliss. He rooted his cock in her throat and exploded, blasting her stomach full of dense, sticky jizz until she felt like she was going to burst! His balls throbbed and clenched against her chin, his fist wrenched and twisted at her hair, and his cock spasmed inside her, dumping thick geyser-pumps of spunk into her belly. He kept on firing for a long time, breathing heavily and shuddering as waves of pleasure went up his spine, grinding his pelvis against Sae’s face until she finally passed out, her eyes showing only the whites. When he let go, she sagged off of his dick, releasing it from her soggy mouth with a bluegh and flopping on her back, where she proceeded to spray cum from her mouth and nostrils. Makoto whimpered as she watched that obscene display, and gave Sanagi another kiss. - “I now pronounce you wife and dick,” Sanagi said with a smirk as he leaned back on the sofa, gazing with lust at the two pairs of thick, oiled-up asses wobbling and clapping and smacking in front of him. The slutty sisters eagerly bounced their rears for their new master, eager twerk-whores jiggling their masses of ass-meat. Sanagi reached out and gave Sae’s ass a massive slap, then gave the same to Makoto, making them each moan in deep, throaty voices – made slightly gravelly by their intense throatfucks. “See? A nice, happy family,” Sanagi purred as he trickled his fingers over Sae’s asscheeks, before guiding them to stand hip-to-hip. When he smacked Sae’s ass again, the ripple carried on through both of their rumps, jiggling off of Sae and through Makoto’s thick-as-fuck, much larger booty. He laughed at the awesome display. He’d bagged a couple of keepers, that was for sure. He wouldn’t let them go no matter what…as if they’d ever want to leave him and his giant cock. Even now, they looked back over their shoulders, staring at their husband with maddened desire until he groped his cock in a big, burly fist and said, “Okay, babes – time to fight for the right to ride me!” He watched as the two sluts went at it, shoving and pushing against each other, wrestling their oily bodies together as he chuckled and eyed them with lust. He’d be slamming them both before the night was through, but he wanted a show first.
Title: [Pokemon] Bea Worship Chapter title: Chiselled-Tush Story Description: After losing a Gym battle, Bea discovers her opponent wants something other than a badge. I have a Patreon! Champion of Venus is a visual novel about a thicc NEET discovering the true meaning of perversion. Anime & Manga: Pokemon Story Content: Bea grimaced, thrust out her Pokeball, and said, “Come back, Machamp.” A pink beam gathered up her defeated Pokemon, and she sighed as she put the ball away. There was sweat on her brow, and in the small of her back; it had been a while since she’d fought a trainer this strong. “It looks like…you were the better trainer today,” she added grudgingly, not quite meeting her opponent’s eyes. “For your efforts, I hereby award you the Fighting Badge. S-So…be proud, okay?” She waited a few seconds before looking up at the trainer, who had already crossed the space between them. Now he was right in front of her, and she stiffened in fright, but when she held out the Fighting Badge, he didn’t move to take it. “H-Huh?” Bea asked, her brows creasing in a frown. “What — you don’t want it?” She pushed the badge against his chest, but he never even broke eye contact. “W-Well, what do you want?” The trainer’s eyes lit up. As though she’d given him permission – which she certainly hadn’t – he dropped to his knees and crammed his face between her thighs, making her gasp in total shock as he started to lick and bite her groin through her skintight bodysuit and shorts! She squirmed, but the trainer’s arms wrapped around her hips and held on tight. “Wh-What the hell are you…nnghf…doing!?” Bea cried, grasping the trainer’s hair and trying to push him back – which she could have done with ease, if she’d made the attempt in earnest. The muscles in her arms stood up as she grumbled and groaned, her back straight and her knees trembling, her eyes becoming more distant as the lewd young man nuzzled her crotch. A Pokemon battle was a big workout, and her blood was already pumping red-hot, so the inclusion of an eager mouth sucking and tonguing her pussy through two layers of fabric made her clench her teeth in an attempt to stop the moans from rising. She didn’t succeed for long; the first groan that emerged was long and wavering, as her eyes wavered in their sockets — and then she closed her eyes and let it loose, opening her mouth wide and… “Aaaahn~!” Her hands, which had been prying the trainer’s face away from her groin, slowly wrapped in his hair and pulled him against her, while she shifted awkwardly forward so her thighs squeezed his face. “Hwwf…hnf…” She rocked her hips slowly against him, closing her eyes while sucking shaky breaths, her small chest heaving. Her opponent was a complete pervert! N-Not that she minded; anyone who could make her feel this good was worth playing around with, even if he had strange ideas about what he could do with her body. “Agh…if you wanna do that, I’d better take these off,” Bea murmured, undoing her shorts and tugging them down, so the groin of her skintight suit was visible. This time, it was Bea who grabbed his head and tugged him forwards again, driving his mouth against her needy cameltoe so he could kiss, lick, and slurp on her as much as he liked. He groaned, the front of his pants tenting out as he worshipped her sweaty body with his hands and mouth, groping her chiselled asscheeks in his palms while capturing her clothed pussy in his hungry maw. He was shameless, eagerly shoving and shunting against her without a single thought for how he might look – which was, of course, like a total, irredeemable creep…not that Bea minded in this very moment. She huffed and puffed, feeling like she was undergoing an intense workout; she’d never been treated like this before, and she wanted to see how far it could go. “Mmn…ah…” She spread her thighs a little further, stepping over the kneeling man so his head was forced to crane back, rocking and pumping her hips slowly but steadily, riding his face as her lip trembled in bliss. “Ha…look at you, sucking on my puss like your life depends on it. What – did you get overwhelmed the moment you laid eyes on me…?” Bea wasn’t even sure what she was saying; it just felt…natural…to tease the little cunnilingus-whore as he made all kinds of lewd slurping noises. She rocked her hips in circles, grinding all over his face, reaching down to hook her thumb inside her skintight suit and guide it slowly aside, exposing her delicious, caramel pussy to the trainer’s mercy. He crooned and tried to cover it with his mouth, but she placed a palm on his forehead, holding him back, glaring into his eyes as he struggled to worship her. “Heeh.” At last, Bea let him go — and moaned as he engulfed her cunt in his sweet lips, immediately plunging his tongue inside her. His agile muscle flicked and rippled delightedly, sending shocks of pleasure up through her toned body while she tugged at his hair. She needed this after a long day of work. As she tugged off her top, leaving herself in just her skintight training suit, she looked down and saw her nipples were stiff and bulging through the fabric. She grinned. Sweat dripped from her hair, and her lungs felt tight with exhaustion, but she’d never been so excited before. “That feels…good…~” She moaned again, her voice turning completely girly as she tipped her head back and let her true feelings be known. All the while, her hips kept churning, jerking, pumping over her new servant’s face. “I might have to…keep you around, huh?” she murmured. As the trainer worker, Bea grew increasingly hot and flustered. She knew her climax wasn’t far away, and she had no intention of denying herself the satisfaction, so when it finally reared its head, she clenched her jaw and mewled in utter bliss, her entire body stiffening and wriggling, rising up on her tiptoes as she squirted into the trainer’s mouth! “Yuh-Yesss! Take it…!” He obeyed all too eagerly, sucking down her nectar and swallowing it without hesitation, treating it like the ambrosia of a goddess! Finally, when Bea’s hackles fell down, she watched him suckle on her blissful pussy lips for a long minute before pushing him back, breaking the seal between his mouth and her cunt with a faint, soggy pop. She hooked a thumb in his mouth as she glowered down at him, then patted his head affectionately. “Good boy,” she said, “but we aren’t done yet.” Stepping back, Bea undressed before him, peeling her training suit away from her sweaty, chiselled body and grinning as he ogled her naked form. Turning, she brought both hands down on her ass in a meaty clap, then bent over and rubbed her pussy with two fingers. “Come here,” she said, swaying her perky butt from side to side. The pervert shuffled toward her and, without a moment’s hesitation, buried his face between her toned asscheeks, covering her tight little asshole with his lips and subjecting it to the hungry sweeps of his tongue. “Auh! Hnn…” She chewed her bottom lip and rolled her shoulders happily, reaching back with her free hand to pet his head. “I think…this could turn out…to be a truly beautiful friendship. Now…get deeper in there!” She pressed his head down while dropping to her knees, lowering her own head until her cheek touched the floor. The pervy trainer groaned, then plunged his tongue as deep as he could, making Bea cry out in bliss. Her eyes wavered as he tongued her. She’d never had her ass eaten before, and the experience was…hypnotic. She was going to cum again, and her fingers raced in and out of her pussy as she strove toward the ultimate pleasure, quivering in ecstasy…! “HaaAAAHN~!<3” Her teeth clicked together in a wide, blissful grin as she came yet again, shuddering from head to toe and squirting into the trainer’s mouth. “Ungh, ungh, UNGH!” She bucked her hips against him, hard enough to send him toppling back, and growled into the floor as her own pleasured teardrops glistened beneath her. “Fuck…” As she swayed her ass from side to side, baking in the afterglow, Bea’s eyes narrowed. Yeah…she was keeping this boy-toy, no matter what.
Title: [Pokemon] Bea's Jack-O Challenge Chapter title: Clapped-For-Clout Story Description: Bea wants social media clout, so she's hopping on the latest trend. - Champion of Venus, my lewd visual novel, is out now on Steam and Itch.io! Join Rayne for an adventure packed with the kinkiest scenes you've ever seen in a video game. Anime & Manga: Pokemon Story Content: “Bea?” asked Brendan as he stepped into the empty gym. “Bea, where are—” “Over here,” came a voice from the weight-lifting room. Curious, Brendan stepped through the empty doorway — and came to a halt, surprised by what he saw. Bea was…in a strange position, in front of one of the wall-length mirrors. Her arms were crossed on the ground, and her chin rested on her wrists…while her thick, gym shorts-clad ass stuck up high in the air, wavering slightly. Her legs, thick and toned, were at full extension, digging the flats of her feet into the floor almost parallel to her elbows. “Uh…” Brendan stared, aroused but also confused. “Mind explaining what this is?” “It’s an Internet challenge meme,” Bea said, as though this were the most serious of businesses. “I’m recording myself, see? For clout.” “Uhhhh…” Brendan looked at the camera resting some distance away from Bea, on one of the weight benches. He blinked rapidly. “So…why call me over?” “Oh, that part’s simple.” Bea pushed with her elbows and looked back at him — by peering beneath herself, between her spread calves. “You’re gonna rearrange my guts with your monstercock.” Brendan’s bulge gave a hungry throb, but he crossed his arms and frowned. “For…clout?” “No, because I’m horny, idiot.” Bea sighed, then gave her thick ass a firm shake. “Well? Take it or leave it, big boy; I gotta get back to work within the hour, so…” Brendan had already made his decision. He dropped his shorts and underwear with a sharp tug, and his rock-hard cock sprang into the open — whipping against his thigh and flinging a fat glob of cream through the air. Bea’s eyes narrowed, and her tongue slid across her lips — but then she re-assumed her position from before, peering at the mirror while Brendan came up behind her. “So…this is being recorded, right?” he asked as he grabbed the hem of her shorts, slowly guiding it down over her thick, brown asscheeks. He loved to see Bea’s rump presented to him, but this new position made it all the lewder. “Mm. What about it?” “Can you send me a copy, afterwards?” “I’ll think about it—ah!” Bea yelped as Brendan gave her ass a smack, making her cheeks wobble slightly. “Hey, asshole!” “Sorry,” Brendan said, unapologetically. At last, he leaned forward and kissed his broad, bulky cockhead to Bea’s plump pussylips, loving the way they squished against his glans. “I’m not gonna hold back. You sure you can stay in that pose?” “That’s…mmn…what I want to test,” Bea murmured, already almost too horny to speak. Brendan decided to show mercy on her…by digging up big handfuls of her asscheeks, bracing himself, and RAMMING her pussy with all his might. Bea cried out in shock and pleasure, her eyes jolting up and back as her lover spread her wide open, punching her cervix with his big, fat cock and making her tremble. “I-I said my GUTS!” she called. “Rearrange my GUTS! God, mmn--!” “Soon,” Brendan promised, then started to stampede her cunt with rough, ballsmacking thrusts, making her jerk back and forth in her awkward pose. “Ungh! Guh! Fucck--!” Bea snarled through clenched teeth, exerting all her muscles just to keep herself from falling. When Brendan pumped forward, her ass nearly went further forward then her head, and it took every bit of her carefully-honed strength just to keep her from flopping awkwardly to the floor. To make things worse, Brendan’s big cock was messing her up mentally, making it hard to focus amidst rapid-fire jolts of overwhelming pleasure. “Nnngh--!” Brendan used Bea’s pussy to lube himself up, gasping and moaning as her core muscles squeezed tight around his oversized cock. They were made for each other, one hung beyond words and the other practically a superhuman in terms of strength, speed, endurance…that last one being the most important of the three. Other girls could even hope to keep up with Brendan once he got to thrusting; only Bea was his equal! Slap, plap, plap, plap, plap! He pumped her harder and faster, giving her the test she’d so desired — and once he was nicely lubed to base to tip, he decided to fulfil her original request. Squeezing her asscheeks tight, he wrenched his big, cuntbusting cock out of her and switched to her tight asshole, forcing it inside without a moment’s hesitation! Bea squawked out in trembling bliss — she was such a colossal anal slut that she came right then, squirting all over Brendan’s thighs as he stirred up her poor asshole almost to the point of prolapse. Her insides clung to him like the world’s best onahole, pleasuring every inch of his excited cock as he fucked her in front of the camera. He’d never had sex in front of a mirror before, but he was enjoying the experience; he could watch Bea’s devastation from every angle, looking into her eyes as he defiled her ass to the extreme. Smack, plap, smack, smack, SMACK! He picked up the pace and ramped up the power, aiming to devastate Bea’s mind before this was done — and he was slowly, but surely, succeeding. As his balls spanked her pussy again and again, Bea bit her lip, sweat rolling down her gorgeous asscheeks and trickling along her back. Her tits bounced slightly inside her sports bra as Brendan rammed her with all the power in his body, and their panting voices filled the gym. “Haahn…! Fuah!” Bea’s moans grew in frequency as she devolved into a mess of pure pleasure, eyes glazing over and tongue rolling around in the open air, unable to control herself anymore. She needed Brendan’s help to keep her balance in that ludicrous ‘meme’ position, rocking from her heels to her tiptoes with every thrust, until at last, Brendan was ready to blow. “Oh--!” he cried as he surged forwards one last time — and exploded into her, washing her guts with thick bolts of cream, one after another, seemingly without end. All the while, he leaned over her and clamped her asscheeks against his pelvis, unwilling to let her go until he’d milked every last drop of cream into her. “Fuck…!” he growled as he bucked slowly, without rhythm, twisting and writhing in his powerful, mind-wiping climax. Bea was in no better a state, gargling as she hit another orgasm of her own, her poor pussy clenching against Brendan’s huge, churning nuts as her asshole spasmed, warped, and wrenched at the base of his cock. She wore a mask of dizzy pleasure, her eyes out of focus and her mouth hanging open, drooling onto her arms as she quivered and sweated and came like the total whore she was, watching herself ahegao in the mirror. Once Brendan was done, he slooowly pulled out of her, sliding his goo-caked cock out of her clenching asshole and leaving it gaping, drooling cum down her pussylips. He gave her asscheeks one more smack, then let her drop backwards to the floor — landing with her legs stretched out in front of her, and her torso drooping between her legs. “Ullgh…” she moaned in utter pleasure as her asshole continued to squirt cum across the gym mat. “Better get cleaned up,” Brendan said happily, nudging her red ass with a foot. “You have work to do, right? C’mon, I’ll help you reach the shower.~”
Title: [Pokemon] Hex Maniac's Graveyard Smash Chapter title: WooOOOOooo Story Description: Hex Maniac visits the local cemetery, looking for new Ghost-types to capture, but she quickly finds herself the centre of a spectral orgy. - Champion of Venus, my lewd visual novel, is out now on Steam and Itch.io! Join Rayne for an adventure packed with the kinkiest scenes you've ever seen in a video game. Anime & Manga: Pokemon » Pokemon & Humans Story Content: Hex Maniac pushed gently at the cemetery gates, and grinned when she felt them give. The groundskeeper had been sloppy tonight; she was free to enter as she pleased. Stepping through into the misty graveyard, Hex Maniac rolled her shoulders and sucked in a sharp breath, her excessive chest heaving in her too-tight dress. She could already feel the presence of Ghost-types, though she couldn’t see them; at this time of night, they were just starting to awaken from their day-slumber. Soon their forms would solidify enough to be perceptible to human eyes…if they chose to reveal themselves. She fondled the Pokeballs at her belt. Tonight, she was going to catch some new friends. A hideous little giggle burst from her lips, and she had to slap a hand over her mouth to mute it. No, she told herself — don’t let yourself get too excited, not yet. She had to keep her wits about her; these Ghost-types were the craftiest Pokemon of all— She heard a low whistle from behind, and turned in time for something purple and glowing to slap across her massive tits, flinging them from side to side in her dress! She yelped and staggered back a step, only for another object to strike her ass. Again she whirled, and this time she caught a glimpse of something huge, thick, and throbbing, fading to invisibility. She gulped. “Come out, come out, wherever you are,” Hex Maniac whispered, forcing her legs to move once more. She proceeded deeper into the cemetery, determined to show she wasn’t afraid. “I can free you from this place. We’ll have so many adventures together…ah--!” She cried out as she tripped over something and toppled to her hands and knees. Her thick rump was completely exposed, its delicious curves tightly squeezed by her dress. She groaned and tried to rise, but before she could, something heavy fell on her back. It was enormous, like someone was resting their leg on top of her, and it pulsed rhythmic waves of heat into her skin. Two massive globes churned and gurgled against her asscheeks as the colossal phallus rocked back and forth, grinding over her asscheeks and impressing its sheer size upon her. Her teeth clenched, her fight-or-flight instinct resulting in a tie, making her freeze up as the hung ghost pleasured itself against her. “U-Uhn…nice spirit, good spirit…” she said in a tiny voice, curling her fingers in the dirt. “Please don’t—” She trailed off as a second phallus materialised before her eyes, thick and blue and translucent, yet dripping a very real ectoplasm from its tip, which steamed faintly when it made contact with the ground. This one was far smaller than the cock rutting up and down her back, but still obscenely oversized by human standards, at least the size of her forearm. She turned her face away when it poked forwards, mashing against her cheek and oozing insistently. She gurgled weakly. “Y-You want me to…to…?” The floating dick pulled back slightly, as though it was giving her a chance to breathe. She looked at it and sighed, stray locks of hair hanging over her dizzy eyes. “Well, maybe I could stroke you, if you want—GHUCK~!” Her eyes rocked back, her jaw instantly strained to its very limit as the blue ghost-cock surged forward, plunging into her open mouth and down her gullet! Her neck bloated around its monstrous girth, and spittle spurted from her nostrils. As soon as it was lodged inside, gaping her throat to obscene proportions, it started to slam back and forth, back and forth, fucking her face with heavy, soggy pumps that reached all the way down to her stomach! GLUCK, GLUCK, GLUCK, GLUCK, GLUCK~! Hex Maniac gargled and choked on that giant slab of fuckmeat, her tits rocking beneath her and her asscheeks wobbling behind. The titanic penis resting on her back slowly faded away, only for a dick similar to the one inside her to materialise and slap her thick ass, again and again! She could do little but claw at the earth as she was throatfucked beyond all belief, her eyes streaming tears and her tongue-tip glistening against her chin. ULGH, GUK, GUK, GLUORK, GLUORK, GUK! Her eyes darted to the left when the ass-slapping dick prodded between her cheeks, stuffing the fabric of her dress further and further into her excessive asscrack until it was grinding and screwing against her tight little asshole. No way… There was no way she’d ever take something that big up her ass! She gurgled in protest, but then that huge, hulking ghost-dick rammed with all its might, and she nearly blacked out as it gaped her guts around its girth! Suddenly, she was being spitroasted on two oversized fuckrods, her belly and neck bulging as her holes made the lewdest, sloppiest slapping and squelching noises known to man. Her ass leapt and jiggled, her tits sloshed between her biceps, and drool dripped from her chin as she rocked back and forth between the two, sexually-frustrated Ghost-types. Their cocks swelled and strained, veins standing out so thick that she could feel their soft bumps grinding against her insides like expensive dildos, making her shudder with pleasure even as she groaned in panic. Her own dress was being fucked into her ass like a condom, her skirt’s hem now lifted up over her asscheeks to reveal their wobbling pale surfaces — until the rampant thrusting simply tore through the fabric, leaving a big swathe of the material lodged somewhere in her guts. The two cock-bulges almost met in her midriff; had any human endured such a monstrous fucking before? They bucked harder and faster, growing more frantic by the second, until at last, they fattened up and erupted inside her. Fat, guttural blasts of semen met in her stomach, sloshing and roiling until that poor chamber was forced to inflate bigger…and bigger…and bigger! Soon, she was resting on a balloon-like belly gurgling and churning with seed, looking heavily pregnant, while the excess spurted out around the deep-rooted ghost dicks and across the bare earth. Those giant fuckrods twitched and throbbed inside her for almost an entire minute, basking in the heat of her insides, before uprooting themselves with slow tugs and twists. When their cockheads emerged from her gaping holes, one could peer up her ass and almost see out of her mouth. She gargled around hefty dollops of cum surging from her mouth, while an even greater tide poured from her asshole and down her thighs, forming a wide puddle in which she lay. She was aware of many Ghost-types gathering around her, their forms invisible but for cruel, narrowed, smiling eyes. She was tonight’s amusement, and they planned to make the most of her. Just as they started to surge forward, though, that massive Ghost — the powerful presence that had first pressed her down on the ground — gave a droning sound that made the others back off. Hex Maniac heard footsteps, and when she looked back, she saw huge footprints appearing one after another on the ground behind her. That giant, purple fuckrod appeared once again, bulked up and dripping fist-sized globs of precum over Hex Maniac’s asscheeks. She groaned when they hit her skin, so hot and fertile… Her breeding instincts riled up at the mere sight of such a mighty schlong, and she bit her bottom lip even as cum oozed between her teeth. Maybe this was her true calling, all along — servicing giant ghost-cocks all through the night. As that colossal fuckrod lowered itself, and pushed against her exposed pussylips, she gave a tiny squeak of terrified delight. “I-I’m a virgin,” she murmured, staring over her shoulder at that leg-sized nightmare of a dick. “Be gentle…” That gigantic fuckhammer throbbed hungrily, then rammed balls-deep inside of her without a second’s delay. A pair of colossal, watermelon-dwarfing cumtankers SCHLAPPED against her thighs and made them wobble, while her tits parted around a bulge that reached her chest. She squeaked faintly, going cross-eyed as the last dregs of her sanity left her. The lumbering Ghost-type grasped her hips and started to slam her cunt with all his might, pulling her back towards him whenever his monstrously powerful thrusts swung her away. SCHLAP, SCHLAP, SCHLAP! The sounds of their sex rang into the night, almost drowning out Hex Maniac’s gurgling squeals of self-destructive bliss. Her tits flung up as high as her chin each time she rocked back, dragging across the ground as she rocked and railed under the Ghost-type’s punishment. He treated her like a disposable fuckdoll, like he intended to cast her aside once he’d rendered her poor, deflowered pussy completely useless. “Guh! Uh! Huaah!” Incapable of words, Hex Maniac just squeaked and moaned as she hit a wild, trembling orgasm. Her pussy, already destroyed and reshaped to the monster’s liking, squeezed as tight as it could — which wasn’t much — as the Ghost-type drilled her without mercy. The constant slapping of his pent-up balls, flooded with over a gallon of jizz, made her wetter and wetter by the second. When he came, she knew, he’d dump a mind-obliterating volume of hot, overly-fertile ectoplasm-spunk into her womb, maybe strong enough to overwhelm the barrier between species and properly impregnate her! Or maybe that was just the fucked-silly mind-soup talking. Hex Maniac’s tongue drooped from her open mouth, still drooling cum as she swung back and forth around that surging, belly-bulging monstercock. SLAP, SLAP, SLAP, SLAP! Her asscheeks turned red under the nonstop clobbering, her toes curling and her tongue flapping wildly. She’d never even dreamed of being fucked like this. How was she still alive? “Ungh, ungh, huah, AAHHN~!” Another bright scream, and another orgasm ripped through her, making her brain burn with delight as her body weakened even more. The Ghost-type gripped her head in an invisible hand and hoisted her up into the air, dangling her feet of the ground as he fucked her vertical. A giant, glowing tongue unfurled and wrapped around her neck and head, slurping at her possessively as he bulged her belly, distending her poor body like it was his to do with as he wished! Hex Maniac gurgled and pawed at his writhing tongue, which slid down to rip at her dress, stretching the material until it snapped and freed her enormous, jiggling tits, ripe to be slurped all over.~ His thrusts grew stronger; firmer, more insistent. His fingers dug into her waist as he threw his hips back and forth like some kind of industrial machine, battering her cunt with blows that even the larger Pokemon would struggle to deal with. Stretched, gaped, ruined… Hex Maniac whimpered as the Ghost-type wrapped his tongue around her tits in a gooey figure-eight, squeezing her udders tight. He was getting close, just about ready to blow, and with her womb wrapped around his cockhead like an oversized condom, it was clear what was about to happen. SCCHPLUORRRRRRRT! Hex Maniac’s belly swelled, and swelled, and swelled! It expanded forwards and outwards, gravity making it droop toward the ground. It surpassed the size of a beachball and kept going, totally conquered by the ghost’s steaming ectoplasm! He kept thrusting as he came, kept slurping on her tits and mauling her waist in his hands, kept telling her without words that she belonged to him. The rhythmic pulses of his dick brought her to yet another orgasm, eye-rolling and fist-clenching, just as her horrendously swollen belly grew so big that it touched the ground. The towering Ghost-type gave a guttering sigh of pleasure…as it faded away to complete invisibility. Hex Maniac dropped onto her gigantic belly and geyser-sprayed cum from her gaping cunt, howling as she gushed litres of jizz at a time, but nowhere near enough to make her belly shrink. She sprawled upon it like a gurgling waterbed, amazed by her own body’s ability to stretch, devastated and exhausted, feeling relief that nothing could possibly be more intense than that experience. Just then, a groan filled the air, long and desirous. Hex Maniac tensed and looked around, from side to side. The army of Ghost-types that had surrounded her were gone — fled, said a small but urgent part of her brain. She had to get away! But…her belly was bigger than the rest of her body. She couldn’t move, even if she wanted to! Huge footsteps came closer, approaching from directly ahead. She made out four trunk-like legs, stomping slowly but surely towards her — until the great, shadowed shape of the beast resolved itself against the moonlight. Slitted red eyes peered down at her from high above. Hex Maniac lowered her gaze to the monstercock protruding between the quadruped’s legs, so immense that its head jutted out between its forelegs, dripping precum like white, creamy bowling balls. Its cock was far longer than she was tall, and almost as wide as her shoulders. She gave a tiny whimper— And then GLAUHKed as the monster surged forward. Her jaw dislocated, her neck bloated horrendously, her bloated belly wobbled, and— Her asshole spread wide open, as wide as an oversized dinnerplate, as the beast’s cockhead jutted out of her ass! He’d impaled her on his cock, and now he started to thrust, battering balls the size of her waterbed belly against her tits! She glurked and glarked and squelch, squelch, squelched around the bitch-impaling monstercock, going blind and deaf with pleasure as the legendary Pokemon took his pleasure from her. His tree trunk dick surged through her like she was nothing but a dicksleeve, a synthetic thing made to bring him bliss, and she did bring him bliss; he grunted and groaned as he pumped through her, finally finding a slut worthy of servicing his dong. The Giratina kept on thrusting for a long time, harder and faster, exerting his monstrous bulk to deliver the hardest, most dominating pumps he could muster. When he finally came, he erupted ectoplasm several metres through the air, gush after mighty gush surging out behind Hex Maniac. She was pinned beneath his quadruped form, wrapped around his dick like some kind of kinky ornament — and when he finally settled down and rose to his full height, he lifted her with him. The legendary Pokemon turned and lumbered away, carrying the twitching, impaled Hex Maniac with him.
Title: [RE Village] Ethan and the Vampiress Chapter title: The-Quest-to-Propagate-Redfield-Bloodline Story Description: After pursuing Ethan Winters through her castle, Lady Dimitrescu tries a new tactic: letting him come to her. I have a Patreon! Donations help to fund my lewd visual novel! Games: Resident Evil Story Content: “It really is a shame, Ethan Winters,” said his pursuer in lilting tones, her voice emphasised by the tap, tap, tap, of her heels. “I thought we’d have such fun together, but you insist on fleeing — and in all honesty, I’m tired of these games.” Ethan had his back flattened to a wall, pistol clutched to his chest, breathing heavily the cold castle air. The Lady Dimitrescu was on the floor beneath him; he was in the gallery above, in the perfect position to peek around the corner and watch her turning a slow circle. At last, she shrugged her shoulders widely and straightened her sleeves, her plump lips curled with annoyance. “Well, then,” she said to the castle at large. “If you’re dead-set on running, I suppose I can’t stop you. I’ll be retiring to my chambers now. There’s a fire blazing in the hearth, and my bed is excessively comfortable. I’d love to show you sometime, but it seems you have no need of my warmth…” As Ethan watched, Lady Dimitrescu did something utterly surprising. She bent down and removed her heels, then lifted her dress up over her thick, bountiful asscheeks and plump, powerful thighs, showing neither shame nor hesitation. The fabric continued to rise, exposing her hips, her belly…and then her breasts, spilling free and wobbling in her bra like oversized watermelons. Once her dress was all the way off, she tossed it aside and stood in nothing but frilly black lingerie, hands on hips, peering around the room impatiently. Then she turned and walked away, hips swinging with each long stride. Once she was out of view, Ethan breathed a sigh of relief…but it felt empty. His entire body was still tense, even moreso after seeing the vampiress’s…enormities, on display like that. Down below, his pants were tenting something fierce. “What the hell…” Had she been…inviting him? Ethan shook his head ferociously. She was a monster, a mutant! How could he even think about following her? Except…the thought of that massive ass swaying behind her was enough to kill his rational mind. He wondered what they’d look like clapping under heavy thrusts… Just before Ethan lost himself entirely, he took a deep breath and pulled himself together. What was he thinking? The bedroom was obviously a trap, and he had no intention of walking into the enemy’s arms. He started to move away— And just then, he heard a heavy thumping sound. He frowned and focused, and a moment later the noise came again. Ethan readied his pistol and edged a door open with his boot, stepping into a long corridor lined with arched windows. There were bars on the outside of each window, preventing him from escaping, and as he moved down the corridor toward the banging sound, lightning flashed intermittently outside. The noise was getting louder with each repetition, and suddenly — as lightning struck once more – a face was silhouetted in the nearest window, staring in at him. At first Ethan thought a gorilla was clinging to the bars, but then he gawped and said, “Chris?” “Don’t worry, Ethan!” Chris yelled, his voice muffled by the glass. “I won’t let that awful women defile my future brother-in-law!” “Chris, how are you here? Did you climb the outside of the—” “Just HOLD ON, Ethan! I started punching a section of wall two floors down! As soon as I break through, I’m getting you OUT OF THERE! And then we’ll be A FAMILY, ETHAN! A FAMILY!” Ethan backed away from the manic face of his ‘rescuer’, then ran back toward the gallery at full speed, his heart pounding in his chest. On second thoughts — he was more terrified of what lurked outside the castle than of the creatures within its walls. - “So you decided to come.” Lady Dimitrescu had been waiting for him, as though she’d known he’d make this choice all along. She stood facing the hearth, her back presented to Ethan, the curves of her body flowing in and out like an hourglass. Ethan gulped when he saw her gigantic asscheeks, the backs of her pale udders squished outwards by her bra… She looked back over a shoulder and pursed her lips, locking eyes with the hopelessly horny young man…and then unclasped her bra without a second’s hesitation. Her enormous tits spilled free, smacking lightly together and then dangling forwards as she stooped and dropped her panties. At last, the giant lady was completely nude before him, every inch of her wondrous body on display…all for Ethan. He paused for a moment, marvelling at her luscious form, before returning the gesture – stripping down while she studied him from her lofty height. He was completely erect already, his thick boner bouncing and twitching with desire. Lady Dimitrescu assessed his naked body with a sweeping glance, then turned to face him at last. “What made you change your mind?” she asked, moving casually and calmly toward the bed, and lowering her pale bubblebutt onto it. “Let’s just say the alternative didn’t bear thinking about.” “I’m not sure I understand, but fine – come here.” Ethan was tiny compared to the vampiress, but her attitude made him feel all the smaller. He approached, his heart pumping faster as he drew close to the deadly monster, half-expecting her to attack at any moment. He slid into the valley of her parted thighs, at which point she clasped his cheeks lightly between her hands and bent down to kiss him. Her lips engulfed his own, suckling gently as she peered into his eyes, her massive udders squishing out across his torso. He groaned faintly, overwhelmed, feeling like he might cum before she even touched his prick…and she felt it, too; she pulled back, popping her mouth off of his and licking around her lips. “You really gave me the run-around,” she murmured. “I’m too tired for foreplay. Let’s get straight into the action, shall we?” - CLAP, CLAP, CLAP, CLAP! Ethan stood with his feet on Lady Dimitrescu’s thighs, squatting low to hammer his cock into her surprisingly tight, slurping cunt! He moaned as he pumped away, clapping and slapping his hefty nuts against her asscheeks and sending ripples through her immeasurably doughy rump! The vampires, by all rights, should have barely been affected by the smaller man’s pumping, but she was obviously enjoying this just as much as he was; brutish groans rose from her throat and poured between her clenched teeth, her eyes glazing over as she clung to Ethan’s waist. “Mmn, that’s—Just lovely, darling,” she purred, her voice shaking with pleasure. “Ah--! Hhnn…” Her breasts took a while to begin wobbling, so heavy were they that Ethan’s thrusts barely did anything; it took him digging both hands into her gigantic mommy milkers to make them start to shift, and before long they were bouncing gloriously up to her chin with every thrust he gave her. She was shockingly warm inside, wrapping his cock up in rippling, squeezing folds as though every inch of her pussy was massaging him to the best of its ability And just when he was about to cum… Lady Dimitrescu rolled, pinning Ethan beneath her wobbling mass and proceeding to WHUMP, WHUMP, WHUMP her ass up and down, slamfucking his poor cock while his entire body was squished under her pillowy tits and plump tummy. “Y-Yes!” she cried as she bucked harder and faster, fucking him with supernatural power, SMACKING her asscheeks violently together with each successive strike. Ethan found himself drowning in pale flesh, groaning as he finally tipped over the edge and hit his limit! He couldn’t even buck his hips under the unrelenting power of Lady Dimitrescu; his balls clenched and his cock throbbed, surging massive blasts of baby-batter into her womb, one after another! He shot more ropes in that minute than ever before in his life, his eyes rolling back in their sockets while his teeth clenched tight. The vampires ground her hips in slow circles as she took his load, humming in a low voice, delighted to torment Ethan so.~ “I think…” she murmured softly, “I think this is the start of a beautiful arrangement. Hah.~” - Outside, in the blistering cold rain, a muscular figure pounded at a stone wall with his bare fists. With each strike, chunks of rock flew out from the structure and scattered around his feet. “Just you wait, Ethan,” Chris snarled. “Your old pal Chris will GET YOU OUT OF THERE! All you need to do…is save your THICK, VIRILE SEMEN for my sister!”
Title: [Re;Zero] Ram Facesit Chapter title: Subaru-Eats-Ass Story Description: While recovering from an injury, Subaru makes an obscene request of a certain red-haired maid. I have a Patreon! Donations help to fund my game. Original: Femdom Story Content: “…Why have you called me into your room?” asked the red-haired maid, standing at the end of his bed with her arms crossed under her diminutive chest. Her eyes were narrowed in a deadly, suspicious glare – not exactly a novelty, in Subaru’s experience. Ram had always been the less trusting of the sisters…but that didn’t make him want her any less. He grinned uneasily and leaned back, folding his arms behind his head. “You know how Emilia-tan told you to grant my every request until I’ve recovered? W-Well, I have a request.” “Which is…?” Subaru grinned crookedly. He’d injured himself while falling from a second-storey window, and would be out of commission for a few days. Given recent threats to the mansion’s safety, that simply wasn’t acceptable. Now, with Ram serving as his personal nurse, he’d devised a plan: he’d make Ram kill him, triggering Return By Death and reverting him to when he wasn’t injured. If it was Ram, at least it would be painless. Closing his eyes, he took a deep breath and said, “S-Sit your plump ass on my face!” He waited several seconds. When he finally forced his eyes to open again, Ram was staring at him with disgust. “Is that all?” she asked sharply. Subaru watched in amazement as Ram stepped around his bed, stopping by the side and laying a small, cool hand on his forehead. Her eyes never left his, never let him forget the sheer derision she felt for him, as she checked his temperature. “I’ll fulfil your grotesque desire,” Ram said in a refined, practised voice. “It’s not like I didn’t expect this from you.” H-Hey, am I really that gross? Subaru wondered, but it was too late to back out. Ram climbed onto the bed, and Subaru was granted an awesome view up her frilly skirt – all the way to her panties and the plump cameltoe housed within, not to mention her thick, round asscheeks and gorgeously plump thighs. His eyes widened, and his breathing accelerated as Ram straddled his face, planting her knees on either side of his head while facing towards the foot of the bed. She hesitated, biting her lip, then slooowly lowered herself backwards onto Subaru’s face. Her bubblebutt eclipsed his features in a flood of warm flesh, and he groaned sweetly as he was buried. His hands went immediately to Ram’s perfect thighs, groping big palm-fuls of her smooth, unblemished, deliciously warm skin, squeezing her legs tightly around his skull while he truffled deep into her gorgeous asscheeks. His former plan was forgotten; all that mattered was the thick maid-ass squishing across his face. “How long is this going to take?” Ram asked in a sharp tone, blushing hotly. If Lady Emilia saw her like this, she had no idea what she’d do. “I don’t understand…what you’re getting out of this, you pig.” “So harsh,” Subaru murmured, his voice muffled by asscheeks. At last, he gripped her perfect bubblebutt and spread her cheeks wide – and before she could protest, he tugged her black panties to the side, exposing her tight pucker and silky, soaking pussy. Ram yelped as Subaru kissed her asshole, sealing it in a soggy, tongue-lashing smooch! Her hands opened and closed by her sides as she adjusted to the unfamiliar, strangely and deeply pleasant sensation, but any hope of adjusting flew away when Subaru plunged his tongue inside of her. Ram threw her head back, a deep and wavering moan escaping her before she had a chance to shackle it. Her eyes jolted wide open, then glazed over with bliss as she shuddered and clenched her thighs tightly around Subaru’s head. He was getting hard, bulging out the front of his pants, but he ignored his desires and focused on pleasuring Ram; the noises she made were delicious to hear, and he wanted to hear more of them. “You’re so tasty, Ram,” he said, pulling away for a moment. “And who knew you had such a singsong voice?” “Y-You pig…” Ram clenched her teeth and growled out the words, screwing her hands into tight, trembling fists – only to cry out again as Subaru started to roll his tongue around inside her rim, playing with her sensitive rear like his personal playground. He slid his hands under her dress and squeezed her asscheeks, sinking his fingers into the overflowing flesh, testing just how plump her ass was. She didn’t disappoint him. By now Ram was leaning forwards, back arched, resting her hands on Subaru’s hips as she huffed and puffed for air. Sweat rolled down her back and face, and a line of drool dripped from her chin. The poor thing was experiencing sensations she’d never even dreamed of, and it was all that pig Subaru’s fault! Her pussy was drenched and tingling with need; when Subaru trickled two fingers over her silky lower lips, she mewled and tensed, nearly cumming from that slight bit of contact. “Mmnn! Mmnf…” Something had changed in Ram’s tone. She gripped his head with her thighs and blew a long sigh on shaky pleasure…and when she spoke again, it was in a cruel, certain tone. “Depraved boy. I order you to pleasure me.” This was all too perfect. Subaru drew back a hand and smacked Ram’s ass, testing his limits now that she was panting in a daze of pleasure. She grunted at the impact, then gasped when he flung her skirt up over her thick asscheeks, revealing them to the open air. Suddenly, Subaru sat up, lifting her hips with him and munching on her asshole while she sprawled with her face against his bulge. The cute maid wriggled in his arms, crying out incoherently, but it was useless; she couldn’t even form the words to protest, much less squirm free of Subaru’s tight grip. He squished her asscheeks over and around his face, sucking on her rim like a glutton while pumping his tongue as deep as he could reach, rolling it against her trembling inner walls — while in return, she rolled her hips in slow, grinding circles, commanding him with her body to plunge deeper, to lick everywhere his tongue could reach. His left hand curled around her thigh and went to her pussy, pressing down and rubbing frantically at her stiff little clit. At last, Ram gave a low moan of bliss and arched as she came, squirting like a total whore all down Subaru’s chest. She jerked and spasmed against his grip like a wild animal, catching his bulge in her mouth in an effort to distract herself – and the sudden warmth propelled Subaru over the edge. He squeezed her even tighter as he erupted into his pants, spraying a load that bubbled through the fabric and was hungrily lapped up by the ecstatic maid. Ram was punishing him for his arrogance, gripping his own thighs tightly, nibbling on his cockhead and gulping his cum on pure instinct. Neither of them really knew what they were doing at this stage, but the pleasure was far too great to stop until they’d spent their orgasms all over each other’s faces. Eventually, the pair started to settle down, huffing and puffing, quivering with pleasure. Ram rolled off of him and rose to her feet, her chin smeared in cream and her thighs dripping nectar, her tiny chest heaving in her uniform as she panted for air. She looked down at herself…wiped her face…and grabbed a folded towel from a nearby chair and scrub her legs, before tossing it to Subaru. “Well?” she asked sharply, folding her hands neatly over her stomach. “Was that to your satisfaction, pig?” Her eyes were still wavering with pleasure, her cheeks tinted red. Subaru nodded at her and winked. “Yeah, that was awesome. I’ll have to make use of your services again, Ram!” The maid looked at the floor, trembled, and marched out of the room…but paused in the doorway, hesitating, as though she wanted to say something more. Eventually she just left, vanishing out of view while Subaru settled back and bathed in the pleasant afterglow. The taste of Ram’s cum was still on his tongue. Who knew the redheaded maid could be so damn naughty?
Title: [REQUEST] the Cursed Man and the Goddess Chapter title: the-Cursed-Man-and-Goddess Story Description: A request I did for CrimsonInfiltrator starring his OC Milky and Rickard from the 18 inch Curse Original: Fantasy (Witches, Elves...) Story Content: A request I promised to CrimsonInfiltrator ages ago. This story stars Rickard from the 18 inch Curse, but takes place before the events of the story and a few days after Rickard Finds Some Goblin Booty. He meets Crimson's OC, Milky, and travels with her for a while. Fun times ensue of course. Contains cowgirls, huge breasts, lactation, oral, anal and Rickard with his big dong. Enjoy! * * * * The Cursed Man and the Goddess. Rickard had left the town of Riverside far behind him as soon as the Floating Flask had reached the shore, the place had given him both good and bad experiences but he’d rather not stay there any longer. He had to reach Yull as fast as he could, there should be some sort of answer for his curse there, shouldn’t it? With that idea in mind he had walked the entire day on the dirt road and now night was falling, the sun was sinking below the horizon and everything was bathed in red and orange glow. Rickard sighed and stared at the sun sinking down and reflected on the last few days of travel before his ears caught deep, rumbling voices a little deeper into the forest to his right. ‘I should probably just walk away, I’m sure there are bandits in those woods.’ Rickard muttered. But human curiosity was a powerful thing, and after a few steps the young man couldn’t help but slip into the forest. With the day’s dying light Rickard saw a large patch of trees chopped down, uprooted and cracked leading to what seemed to be a clearing in a forest, at the end of the make-shift “path” two large trees remained standing and Rickard had to dodge several odd holes in the ground as well as tracks that seemed to have been made by a wagon or carriage. Did these bandits steal one of those for themselves? Rickard wondered as he slowly snuck closer to the clearing, he saw some vague shadows but couldn’t really make them out. He sighed at his own stupidity and hid behind one of the large trees that remained standing and clung to the bark, which felt oddly…hairy. As soon as Rickard was safely tucked away behind the tree, someone in the camp found a tinderbox and lighted a large campfire in the middle and Rickard’s mouth fell open. These were people…but their faces were an odd blend of bull and human, and their legs ended in bestial hooves. At least that seemed to count for the men, the women of the camp looked relatively normal except for the small horns poking out of their hair, and the fact that their legs too ended in bestial hooves. Even so, they were all clad in fine, sturdy-looking armour and wielded large swords, axes and warhammers and seemed to be at least twice as tall and muscled as Rickard, and were guarding a carriage the size of an inn. Still, Rickard wasn’t about to find out who was in it and what the hell was going on. ‘Time to get out of here.’ He whispered to himself as he released the odd bark of the tree and turned to walk away. Or at least he tried to, a hand large enough to enfold the huge carriage clasped around the young man’s body like he was a mere toy, and lifted him up. Rickard thought that all the times he had cursed the gods had finally caught up to him and now one of them decided to show his or her wrath, but when he was brought face to face with the one that had grabbed him he saw that it was merely one of the strange bullmen from the camp. Only fifteen feet tall and covered from head to toe in a wicked looking armour with a silver mask covering most of his bull-like face. ‘What do we have here? A little rat spying upon us?’ he said in a voice like a thunderclap that vibrated Rickard’s body. ‘N-no,’ Rickard gasped, struggling to breathe. ‘I was just looking for a fresh glass of milk and this seemed the perfect place to get it.’ He added, slightly red-faced. ‘A funny man, eh?’ the huge bullman continued. ‘Let’s see how funny you’ll be when I squeeze your pathetic body so hard that your heads shoots off into space.’ Before the humongous bullman could try this however Rickard heard the sound of a carriage door creaking open followed by a clear and feminine voice that sounded like a small silver bell. ‘Bring him here, Tyrtaios.’ The bullman, Tyrtaios, glanced at Rickard and snorted loudly as if to say that he had been lucky the woman had interrupted him. But without hesitation to huge bullman took a step into the camp and stuck his hand out towards the carriage were Rickard’s eye bugged out of his skull, and it was only partially because of the way Tyrtaios’ hand was squeezed around him. In the dooropening of the carriage stood a beautiful woman! Although it was perfectly obvious that she had the same kind of cow-like features as the rest of her followers, Rickard doubted that any warmblooded man would care when he saw the ivory horns sticking out from the sides of the woman’s head while a waterfall of golden curls framed her soft, feminine face. She stared at Rickard for a few moment with her large, emerald eyes and the two briefly had eye-contact before the young man’s curious eyes drifted lower. Around her swan-like neck hung a choker with a golden cowbell hanging from it, but before Rickard could wonder why she would wear such a thing his eyes caught two humongous creamy breasts that seemed very willing to escape the white robe the woman was wearing. They looked to be nearly three times the size of the tall woman’s head, yet sat high and firm on her chest without seeming to need any sort of support. ‘Who are you, then?’ she asked curiously with the same clear voice she used before. ‘Mwah…’ was Rickard’s eloquent response as he stared at her long legs, which were covered in the same golden fur as the hair on her head, and looked confused at the dainty cow-like hooves that were supporting her. ‘Answer Galaxia,’ Tyrtaios said in a menacing voice while squeezing Rickard’s body. As an afterthought he added: ‘Please.’ ‘I was just looking for some milk and beef, and your little camp seemed like the perfect place to get some,’ Rickard said drily. ‘Or maybe I was curious about who or what carved a path through the forest. Pick one.’ ‘You are either fearless or stupid to talk like that.’ Tyrtaios snorted. ‘Definitely stupid,’ Rickard replied. ‘I don’t have anything to back up my bullshit. Speaking off-.’ Before Rickard could say anything else that would potentially piss off the giant bullman, the woman called Galaxia spoke up. ‘Tyrtaios, put him down. With that big mouth of his he will be a bigger danger to himself than others,’ she said with a faint smile. ‘Now what is your name?’ she asked. Tyrtaios promptly released Rickard who hit the forest floor with a grunt, the young man glared at the giant bullman as he pushed himself up but didn’t feel like insulting him any further. ‘Rickard.’ He replied as he turned towards the blonde bovine woman. ‘No last name?’ she said with a cock of her head. ‘It’s not important, Galaxia.’ Rickard returned with a grin. ‘Oh please, call me Milky,’ the blonde said with a smile and Rickard looked from her face to her breasts with a confused look. ‘Now please, step into my carriage I’m sure you are quite shocked after seeing the appearance of me and my followers.’ ‘Each day seems stranger than the last,’ Rickard sighed. ‘But, eh, I think I’d rather continue my travels now.’ ‘On your own? At night?’ Milky asked as she looked down on Rickard with big, shining green eyes. ‘Surely that would be far too dangerous.’ ‘I-…’ Rickard began, but the concerned look on the blonde’s face was too much. ‘Fine, I’ll get in.’ he eventually said with a defeated sigh. Milky stepped out of the way and allowed Rickard to step inside her lavish carriage and his mouth fell open when he did, the luxury inside could match that of a nobleman’s mansion! A large wooden bench with dark, soft-looking red cushions was carved into the walls while a huge table was placed in the centre of the carriage and bolted to the floor while bookcases behind glass doors stood next to the couches. This also didn’t seem to be the only room as Rickard heard faint footsteps from above and saw an occasional humanoid shape moving around in a small hallway. But before he could explore further, his attention was caught by Milky as she plopped down on one of the couches and patted the cushion beside her. ‘So why do you travel this roads at night?’ Milky asked as Rickard sat next to her. The cowgirl was a lot taller than him and he was on eye-level with her breasts, not that Rickard found that a bad thing… ‘I’m trying to get to the city of Yull as fast as I can to get rid of a, erm, curse.’ Rickard muttered. ‘You’ve got cursed, in what way? Maybe I can help?’ Milky replied with a concerned look on her face. ‘I’d rather not talk about it,’ Rickard muttered. ‘But why are you and your companions traveling like this?’ Rickard asked to quickly change the subject. ‘Ah, well we are travelling the lands to look for more worshippers!’ Milky said excitedly. ‘Worshippers for who?’ Rickard asked in confusion. ‘For me of course, I am Galaxia Goddess of Bounty and Fertility,’ the cowgirl said proudly. ‘But that is such a mouthful, so most people just call me Milky.’ She said with a small smile. ‘Well, you certainly look worth worshipping.’ Rickard said with a smile, careful not to tell the beautiful blonde with an army of bullmen on her beck and call that she might have a God complex. ‘Flattery will get you nowhere,’ Milky giggled. ‘Still, Tyr did not leave you with a good impression of me and my followers, so what do you say to staying with us for a few days? I’m sure sleeping in a carriage will be a lot more comfortable than sleeping on the hard ground.’ She said as she looked down at Rickard with kind eyes. ‘You mean I get to ride around in a mansion on wheels protected by heavily armed and armoured bullmen instead of walking around getting stung by insects and bothered by bandits?’ Rickard said with a grin. ‘Well, I’m in!’ ‘Perfect,’ Milky said with a smile. ‘With that settled, let’s have some dinner.’ After she said this she clapped her hands and two more people with cow-like features walking into the room. One was male, though he was smaller and had the facial features of the female cow people along with a slender waist and flaring hips, but the long loincloth definitely marked him as male. The other person was definitely female with black curly, shoulder length hair and lovely dusky skin, while her large bosom nearly knocked over the glasses of wine on the tray she was carrying. ‘Enjoy your meal, sir.’ The small bullmen said as he placed a plate of food in front of Rickard. A moment later the female servant set down the glasses of wine and shot Milky a hard look. ‘Please drink responsibly my lady, you know how you get when you drink too much.’ ‘Yes, yes, Kalonike,’ Milky said as she waved the servant’s warning away with an annoyed look on her face. ‘Enjoy your meal.’ She then said to Rickard as she started on her own food. Rickard looked at the plate filled with carrots, lettuce and potatoes, no matter how much he moved it around he could find no meat. ‘Thanks.’ He replied with a forced smile as he began chewing down the rabbit food between big gulps of wine, at least they had good taste when it came to that. Next to him Milky also began drinking her wine and Rickard could swear that the taller woman was pressing herself a little closer to him, once she finished the entire glass Rickard noticed a blush creeping up her face while a dainty hand grabbed his leg. ‘Kalonike, more wine please!’ Milky called while reluctantly removing her hand from Rickard’s leg. The same dusky cowgirl that had brought the drinks in the first place returned and shook her head at Milky before pulling the blonde cowgirl out of her seat. ‘I think I know just what to give you when you get into one of these moods,’ she said with a wicked grin. ‘Your guest can sleep on the couch, right?’ she added as an afterthought while looking down at Rickard. ‘Ehm, sure?’ Rickard replied, not sure what was going on. ‘Good!’ the bovine babe called Kalonike giggled as she dragged Milky along who began to protest. ‘Povi, turn down the lights so Lady Galaxia’s guest can get some sleep!’ Rickard heard her shout as she dragged Milky into the hallway. A moment later the same bull boy that had brought in the food appeared and turned twisted on an odd knob on the wall causing the lanterns in the torch to go out until the room only remained lit by the campfire outside. He had also brought Rickard a pillow and blanket, which the young man gratefully took as he lied down on the couch. Just as he was about to go to sleep, he heard loud moans coming from upstairs. Moans that sounded like they came from Milky. ‘Right there! Right there!’ he heard the blonde squeal as Kalonike did something that no doubt pleased her greatly. Her squeals of joy were quickly followed by a low laugh from the dusky cowgirl who did something that made the other bovine babe scream in pleasure again. ‘Well, sleep seems to be out of the question.’ Rickard whispered to himself as he felt his member swelling in his pants. * * * * Amidst the sounds of aroused, feminine moans and teasing laughter Rickard had somehow managed to fall asleep last night, but he was roughly awakened the next morning by moving carriage. Only, his pillow seemed to have been replaced by a soft pair of legs, and although he couldn’t see the face of the owner due to the humongous globes of breastflesh that obscured his vision, he assumed it was Milky’s lap his head was resting on. ‘Good morning,’ Milky clear, cheerful voice said as she felt Rickard moving around. ‘Did you sleep well?’ ‘Yeah,’ Rickard groaned as he sat up. ‘It was a bit difficult with all the noise you were making though, did you get hurt or something?’ Rickard asked innocently while he watched Milky’s face go red. ‘I-I, ehm, you are needed on the roof as a l-look-out.’ She quickly stammered as a way to change the subject. ‘A look-out? I don’t think anyone is stupid enough to actually attempt to attack this carriage, but all right.’ Rickard shrugged as he got out from underneath the blankets and got to his feet. ‘W-well, you can never be too sure,’ Milky said with some nervous laughter. ‘If you go through the hallway hear you should find a ladder on your left hand that leads up to the roof.’ ‘Alright.’ Rickard said with a nod, and he followed the red-faced Goddess’ directions. * * * * ‘Argh! This is so boring!’ Rickard uttered for maybe the fifth time in the morning as he watched the landscape of Sollai flash by. So far they had only travelled on the dirt road and the most interesting thing Rickard had seen was Tyrtaios’ head popping above the trees ever so often. ‘Do all humans complain this much?’ one of the bullman holding a heavy looking crossbow asked in a deep, rumbling voice. ‘Yes, but I am a special case,’ Rickard shot back. ‘Where are we heading anyway?’ he asked as an afterthought, none of the bullmen and bovine women on the roof had talked to him since he had arrived at the top of the carriage. ‘Galaxia wants to spread the word of our religion around this land,’ the bullman said as his eyes peered out along the road. ‘Our first stop is the town of Silverpines.’ Rickard nodded as a reply, more to himself than the bullman as he pulled up the map of Sollai in his mind. Silverpines had been his destination after Riverside as well, but even while travelling via carriage it would probably take them another day or two, even though it was pulled by about a dozen of large, musclebound bullmen. As the day went on Rickard spotted some rough-looking men approaching on horseback, but as soon as they spotted what was defending the carriage they quickly rode the other way. Much to the disappointment from the men and women on the rough with him who seemed to be getting a little antsy for a fight. Rickard figured that it would be wise not to complain for the rest of the day. When night finally fell Tyrtaios appeared again with the moon at his back and the giant bullman set about chopping down, uprooting or simply batting away several large trees to make a clearing in which the carriage could be parked. Rickard watched the spectacle with great interest, before he was shaken from his thoughts by a knock on the trapdoor leading up to the roof. A moment later Kalonike’s face appeared and looked around, only to smile when she spotted Rickard. ‘Ah yes, would you please join me in the woods to gather some firewood?’ she asked. ‘I think Tyrtaios is already on that.’ Rickard replied after the loud crash of a tree crashing down faded away. ‘Please?’ she asked with a naughty twinkle in her eyes and a broad smile that promised a great deal. ‘Alright, though I don’t see the point.’ Rickard sighed as he approached the trapdoor. Still, he’d be glad to be away from the battle hungry bullman… Once both he and Kalonike had descended the ladder and left the carriage, which was now standing perfectly still to give Tyrtaios the time to clear a path and a clearing where it could be parked, Rickard and the dusky cowgirl entered the forest. Though a few feet away from where the giant bullman was tearing out trees and chasing forest critters out of their home. Being the gentleman that he was Rickard let Kalonike lead the way, he certainly hadn’t done it just to stare at her broad, child-bearing hips and large, shapely rear swaying to and fro underneath her thin white robes. ‘So, why did you really want me along?’ Rickard eventually asked as they disappeared between the shadows of the tree. ‘A frail little woman like me simply needs the help of a big strong man like you with a task like this!’ Kalonike said in a theatrical voice and shot a smile over her shoulder at Rickard. ‘You’re a head taller than me, if not two, and you look like you could easily pick me up and throw me at Tyrtaios’ head.’ Rickard replied drily. Kalonike suddenly stopped and as a result Rickard bumped into her, her plush rear pushed against his hips and crotch, making the young man swallow audibly, and before he could move away the dusky beauty’s cowtail wrapped around his waist to keep him there. Kalonike released a low laugh and slowly begin to grind her large rump up and down, causing something to swell in Rickard’s trousers. ‘I just needed to get you away from Milky for a while,’ Kalonike purred. ‘The girl is in a new land and quite nervous, and when’s she nervous she drinks. When she drinks too much…’ the dusky cowgirl said. ‘Well, let’s just say we don’t want everyone to think our Goddess is a slut.’ ‘You could have just told me that without dragging me into the woods,’ Rickard grumbled. ‘Not…that I mind terribly.’ He added as Kalonike pushed her rear into his groin a little more firmly. ‘The thing is, you probably have to sleep outside tonight with a bunch of annoyed men and women reeking of the sweat and dust that comes from pulling a carriage,’ Kalonike replied. ‘So I wanted to do something to make it worth your while.’ ‘Like wha-.’ As soon as Rickard opened his mouth Kalonike’s tail unfurled around his waist and the dusky babe turned around and stuffed her tongue into the young man’s mouth. Rickard’s eyes widened as the older, taller woman’s tongue explored his mouth and made his toe curl. Even though he was loud and sarcastic, he hadn’t been that bad with women in the past, but he had never been kissed quite like this before. When Kalonike broke this kiss there were still a couple of threads of saliva connecting them, and only when she stood up back to her full height again did they snap. ‘W-well I’m convinced.’ Rickard stammered, hoping that the bovine babe wouldn’t see him blush in the dying light of the day. ‘No, I’m certain you need a lot more convincing.’ Kalonike replied while licking her plump lips and tugging down the robe she wore. Enormous breasts the same lovely shade of brown as the rest of body escaped from their confines and jiggled slightly, capped with a pair of thick nipples that looked quite suck-able. Rickard’s eyes were glued to the huge, gravity defying orbs and he was pretty sure he was drooling, these had to be one of the largest set of tits he had seen so far, although Milky’s might have been bigger. Still, that detail wasn’t important right now. Noticing his stares Kalonike lifted the huge, heavy jugs and gave him a wicked little laugh that knocked him right out of his daydreams. ‘Enjoying the view, hm?’ she teased. ‘Right, now it’s time to see what you have.’ She added before dropping to her knees on the forest floor and tugging down Rickard’s trousers. Eighteen inches of hard, vein-ridged cockmeat came down and slapped Kalonike in her surprised face, a bead of clear, thick precum had formed on the angry purple head and it was twitching ever so slightly. Kalonike purred and gently began to stroke it while fishing the young man’s heavy testicles out of his pants. Once the two beefy balls were out in the open the dusky cowgirl gave them a little squeeze and lapped up the glob of precum. ‘Mmm…Quite large, for a human.’ She said as she looked his member up and down. Then without further comment, she spread her plush lips apart and effortlessly pushed the crown into her hot, wet gob, and she didn’t stop there. Rickard felt a pair of small, but strong, hands gripping his rear as Kalonike pulled him towards her, effortlessly shoving inch after thick inch of his monstrous cock down her gullet. Rickard was groaning and grunting as the cowgirl’s tongue teased his sensitive shaft as it went down her throat, she didn’t gag once and looked right at Rickard’s face while he had trouble keeping his eyes open. Thick runnels of precum quickly started to flow from Rickard’s cumslit as Kalonike effortlessly swallowed and teased his monstercock, for the cowgirl though this only seemed to serve as a tasty threat as she effortlessly swallowed it down, which gave Rickard some extra pleasure as her throat contracted around his dick which each swallow. It was no surprise when the cowgirl’s nose eventually pushed against the young man’s stomach, the eager beauty had managed to push down the entirety of his massive member without trouble. Rickard looked down on her with wide eyes, before clenching them shut again as he felt Kalonike’s wet, nimble tongue teasing his balls. ‘Gods above you’re good at this…’ Rickard gasped, feeling slightly out of breath. Kalonike merely stared up at him fiercely, as if to say that she hadn’t even shown what she was capable of. To prove this point, she extracted the young man’s dick in one go as she pulled her head back. ‘W-what!?’ Rickard questioned, before his voice abruptly disappeared when Kalonike rammed his entire cock down her throat again by pushing her head towards his groin again. The bovine beauty looked up at him with glittering eyes and held on to his bum more firmly as she pulled her head back again, before Rickard could utter a word she swallowed the entirety of his member again until she simply used his monstercock to fuck her own throat. The wet sounds of Rickard’s pole sliding down Kalonike’s throat resounded throughout the dark woods, accompanied by soft grunts and groans of pleasure from Rickard. Since he hadn’t met a woman that could stuff all eighteen inches of cockmeat down her throat yet, and even before his curse he never encountered a woman that could suck cock quite like this, Rickard wasn’t sure how much longer he would last. ‘G-going…to cum.’ Rickard gasped as his balls began to clench while more and more precum steadily flowed from his distended cumslit. Egged on by this Kalonike bobbed her head up and down his massive shaft a little faster while she slowly removed on her hands from Rickard’s ass and used it to cup and massage his clenching testicles. The young man’s voice caught in his throat as this happened and he clenched his eyes, before releasing a dark grunt just as the cowgirl squeezed his balls gently. A moment later hot, salty seed spewed down Kalonike’s gullet, and the bovine beauty eagerly swallowed it all down. ‘Phew…th-that was amazing.’ Rickard said with a sigh as his prick softened in the dusky babe’s throat. ‘Hmm…’ Kalonike moaned as she released the young man’s butt and extracted the softening prick from her member. ‘Remember that when you’re sleeping next to one of our soldiers, because you might hate the fact that you’re not getting to sleep in a warm carriage,’ Kalonike said with a wink while pulling up her robes. ‘Now, let’s gather some twigs and get back to camp.’ * * * * Although the night wasn’t the warmest there were several big campfires strewn around the clearing made by Tyrtaios, all surrounded by several bullmen and bovine women eating and drinking and telling stories. Rickard was disappointed about leaving the warmth of the carriage, but at least the soldiers seemed to have some meat instead of the rabbit food he had shared with Milky and looking at some of the soldier’s mouths he deduced that they had the same sort of teeth as a human instead of those of a cow. But Rickard didn’t have the time to ponder the reason for why Milky ate vegetables and not meat as he sunk his teeth into a piece of boar meat cut of the spit about the fire, and while chugging some ale from a flagon. Near him one of the bullmen was talking about how he hunted and killed the boar while the others cheered him on. All in all, spending the night in camp wasn’t so bad. Up until the time came to go to sleep when he felt the warm breath of a bullman brushing against his neck, asking: ‘Do you want to be the big spoon or the little spoon?’ in a sarcastic manner. Rickard just clenched his eyes shut and thought of the time he had spent with Kalonike. * * * * The next morning he had awakened early and was the first watcher on the roof of the carriage while some of the bullman laughed as they ate breakfast. Unfortunately, like the day before, the time spent on the road was quite dull and Rickard scowled as he peered into the nearby forest. ‘How long is it to Silverpines?’ Rickard asked. When he got no answer he was silent for a little while before saying: ‘Are we there yet? Hey, are we there yet? Are. We. There. Yet?’ ‘Human shut up, we’ll be there at the end of today!’ One of the female look-outs snapped. ‘Argh! That’s going to take sooo long!’ Rickard growled as he sat down on the floor, but none of the other look-outs felt like indulging him as he acted like a child. Unfortunately the rest of the trip commenced in silence as Rickard was bored out of his mind, he tried to open the trapdoor and sneak downstairs a couple of time but the withering glares he received the other look-outs kept him from actually doing so. When the world fell into the soft, orange glow of the sun sinking behind the horizon however, Rickard spotted the town of Silverpines. It was a large town that was close enough to be called a small city surrounded by a small stone wall, as well as the pine trees with the strangely coloured bark from which the town had received its name. ‘Finally…’ Rickard growled. When they rolled past the opened gates the townspeople didn’t react as Rickard expected, sure there were some gasps of surprise and most stayed far away from the carriage, but there weren’t any riots being instigated or rocks being thrown at the strange bullman. Perhaps the looming shadow of Tyrtaios helped, or perhaps the people of Silverpines had simply seen it all. It wasn’t a strange thought, seeing as it was one of the towns you had to pass through if you wanted to go to Yull and it wouldn’t be odd to see some…strange pilgrims. ‘People of Silverpines,’ Milky’s voice rang clear throughout the town as she stepped out of the carriage, and Rickard noticed some of the men in the crowd taking a closer look. ‘I am Galaxia, Goddess of Fertility and Bounty and I would very much like to stay in your town.’ She let the sentence hang in the air for a few moments for the villagers to take in, mutterings such as ‘Great, another nutter…’ and ‘Best-looking Goddess I’ve seen in a while…’ reached Rickard’s ears as he looked down at the crowd, but they weren’t getting their pitchforks and torches just yet. ‘I know it must sound strange for a woman such as myself to claim to be a Goddess,’ Milky continued as she gestured to ourselves. ‘But give my followers a few days rest and I will tell you all about myself and my religion, but I will not ask this without giving anything in return,’ she explained. ‘You see, they call me a Goddess of Bounty for a reason,’ as if on cue several beautiful bovine women and smaller bull boys poured out of the carriage carrying kegs of ale and bottles of wine as well as large hunks of meat and platters of fruits. ‘Let us have a feast!’ In response the whole town erupted in cheers and began to help the bullmen and bovine babes, while others went to tell the rest of the town about the feast. Large tables were being pulled out of inns and taverns and brought to the centre of town while Rickard just wondered where the hell they had been keeping the food and drinks stored as he looked down on the carriage. As he did, he noticed that the roof was surprisingly empty and he decided to leave as well. When he arrived in the centre of town, everything had already been set up. A huge circle of table covered in crisp white tablecloths and stacked with food surrounded a huge pine tree with silver bark that seemed to glow in the light of the oil lanterns and candles standing on the tables. As he gawked at it all he noticed Kalonike who smiled and waved him over. ‘Saved you a seat.’ She said with a wink as she patted on the chair next to her. Rickard happily plopped down and found a plate full of bacon, eggs and sausages in front of him. ‘I noticed you ran off without breakfast this morning.’ Kalonike winked as she daintily placed a grape in her mouth. ‘Yeah well, getting spooned by a giant bullman isn’t all that fun, I don’t know how you ladies do it.’ He grumbled in response as he attacked his meal like a ravenous wolf. Kalonike merely chuckled as she ate her meal of fruits and vegetables before gripping Rickard’s leg and slowly stroking it as he ate. As a result he nearly choked on a piece of egg, but it didn’t stop him from eating. Meanwhile Milky was holding a speech that Rickard barely heard, but a lot of townspeople hung at her lips as she spoke about Fertility and how she would actually listen to the prayers of her followers. Goddess or not, she certainly was charming, Rickard mused as he piled some more bacon on his plate. The rest of the evening became a bit of a blur, he remembered eating a lot and drinking some ale before some of Milky’s followers started playing music that Rickard never heard of but still decided to dance to with Kalonike as he felt slightly tipsy and courage, he had switched between partners a lot and even ended up dancing with one of the women from the town as well as one of Milky’s bullboy servants. He even asked the Goddess for a dance, but she was quick to decline and instead drank some wine. When he awakened hours later he was lying on one of the tables surrounded by other townspeople and followers of Milky. ‘Time to go travelling again,’ Rickard said. ‘On my own,’ He added a little sadly as he looked at the people around him with a slight smile. ‘Guess I should get my things and say goodbye to Milky.’ He added as he carefully dodged the sleeping forms and returned to the carriage. When he opened the carriage door he saw Milky lying on one of the plush couches, on the table next to her were a ton of empty bottles and knocked over glasses while one particularly large bottle was tucked between her enormous breasts. The blonde beauty was snoring softly and had her big, round rump stuck up in the air as she hugged the bottle. Rickard briefly wondered if he should wake her up or let her rest while telling one of her servants he had left, but before he could make that decision the bovine babe slowly blinked her eyes open and smiled. ‘Rickard!’ she cooed happily as she sat up, causing the bottle between her breasts to get knocked to the floor. She giggled softly as she watched it roll over the floor before she turned to look at Rickard again, with slightly flushed cheeks. ‘What are you doing here?’ she asked, her speech slightly slurred. ‘I, err, came to say goodbye.’ He stammered as he watched the tipsy cowgirl with some embarrassment. The white robe she wore was pulled down a little more than necessary and showed a lot of her enormous, creamy breastflesh, as well as the dark pink of her areolae. ‘Nooo…’Milky pouted. ‘You are such a funny little man.’ She added with a giggle. ‘Thanks?’ Rickard replied in confusion. ‘Come sit next to me.’ The blonde said as she scooted over and patted the seat next to her excitedly. Rickard was briefly distracted by the way the cowgirl’s breasts jiggled as she excitedly bounced up and down on the couch, but he managed to shake himself out of it before sitting down next to Milky. The blonde squeezed herself a little closer to her and smiled down at him before running her hand up his leg until she found the tube-like bulge of his partially erect cock. ‘You know,’ she murmured, and Rickard could smell the alcohol on her breath. ‘I know of a more fun way to say “goodbye”.’ She said. ‘I think I know how you want to say goodbye,’ Rickard groaned as the bovine beauty’s small, but strong, hands squeezed his member through his trousers. ‘But I’m not so sure if Tyrtaios will approve.’ ‘Don’t be such a party-pooper.’ Milky pouted. ‘Well excuse me for not wanting to be a stain underneath his hoof.’ Rickard groaned as a reply. ‘You are a funny man,’ Milky chuckled. ‘Now let’s go up-Whoa!’ as the blonde beauty tried to push herself off of the couch, she tripped and fell flat on the floor. ‘Milky! Are you alright?’ Rickard asked as he jumped to his own feet. ‘I fell…’ Milky pouted as she turned herself over. ‘Yeah I noticed tha-.’ Rickard abruptly fell silent when he noticed that her breasts had escaped her robes, her chest was enormous! Even on her tall frame. The young man ran his eyes over the humongous, creamy chest boulders capped with thick, suck-able pink nipples and felt his already half-erect shaft grow even harder. Milky quickly took advantage of his stunned state and wrapped her bovine tail around his ankle and gave a little tug, Rickard released a cry of surprise and return and stumbled forwards…only to land face first between the cowgirl’s massive, and soft, jugs. Milky merely giggled in response and stroked his hair. ‘There, there, luckily you landed softly.’ Rickard shot something back containing the words ‘Wouldn’t have tripped,’ and ‘Your fault,’ but most of his words were muffled by the blonde’s breastflesh, and Rickard quickly fell silent when he found that it wasn’t worth arguing over. Milky cooed softly for a few moment as she stroked the young man’s hair, before Rickard felt something warm and wet dribbling down his cheeks and into his hair. ‘Oh my, I had no idea I was this full,’ Milky gasped as she picked out Rickard’s face from between her cavernous cleavage and the young man noticed thick runnels of milk flowing from her nipples. ‘Why don’t you take care of all my pent-up milk,’ she said with a blush and a naughty smile. ‘And I take care of yours.’ ‘What are you talking abou-.’ Before Rickard could finish Milky shoved a fat nipple into his mouth and squeezed her breasts, launching several streamers of milk into his mouth which he quickly swallowed down. While Rickard was busy trying to drain Milky’s breasts from milk, which was something the bovine woman was very eager to help him with, the blonde’s nimble tail released his ankle and began tugging down his trousers. Once his eighteen inch “cursed” cock came into the open, Milky giggled. ‘Oh my, it’s so small and cute!’ she cooed. For once Rickard felt a sting of pride and made a sound of protest around Milky’s nipple, but the bovine babe didn’t really seem to care. ‘This looks like it will be a lot easier to handle than the members of my followers,’ she cooed as her tail wrapped around the young man’s shaft. ‘Still, I guess that would also mean I won’t have any condoms that would fit you.’ She muttered to herself. Rickard had no idea what she was talking about as he tried to endure the strange sensation of Milky stroking his cock with her tail, he groaned around her nipple in response to the Goddess talking to herself which seemed to give her an idea. ‘Well, I guess that means you’re going to be lucky enough to try anal with me.’ Milky giggled as she released Rickard’s head, and her flushed face turned slightly redder as soon as she uttered those words. ‘Are you sure about this?’ Rickard asked after releasing a soft burp and wiping the milk from his mouth. ‘Well…unless you want to be a dad?’ Milky said in a teasing voice as she wrapped her tail around his face. ‘It’s just…most women are afraid to take my member in their twats, and you want to try anal right away?’ He said with a blush as Milky pulled him a little closer with the use of her tail. ‘I can take it,’ she replied with a slightly slurred voice as she pulled up the hemline of her skirt. ‘Don’t worry, you’re a lot smaller than a Holstaurus.’ She added with a giggle as her plump muff came into view, the lips were swollen and wet and there was a small patch of gold hair above it. Rickard nodded in response and worked three fingers into the cowgirl’s muff, bringing a moan from Milky’s lips before she sighed in disappointment as he quickly removed them and instead spread her juices over his member. With a nod towards the blonde beauty he pressed the spongy crown of his cock against her balloonknot ring of muscles, and slowly pushed himself forward. Milky squeaked in surprise as her ass slowly stretched around the meaty invader, but it quickly turned into a moan of pleasure as it was pushed deeper, and deeper into her anal tunnel. ‘M-more!’ Milky moaned before grabbing the back of Rickard’s head again while shoving her other nipple in his mouth. Rickard growled around the fat pink nub in his mouth, but started suckling the cowgirl’s teat despite the fact that his stomach was already sloshing with her sweet, sweet milk. Meanwhile the young man slowly shoved his hips forward as he sank his prick deeper and deeper into Milky’s hot, tight and welcoming ass, the blonde reacted by releasing pleased little moans and squeaks as she clenched and unclenched her bum around Rickard’s thick monstercock. When, much to Rickard surprise, he managed to sink all eighteen inches of his member into Milky’s bowels, the cowgirl released a moan and began petting her own pussy as her flow of milk increased. Milk quickly dribbled down Rickard’s chin as he had trouble swallowing it all, and as he began pistoning his hips it became impossible for him to keep the cowgirl’s nipple in his mouth. With a wet sounding POP! Milky’s nipple escaped Rickard’s gob, coating his tunic in a streamer of milk as the bovine beauty’s enormous breast plopped down again, Rickard merely groaned as he was showered with her warm milk but he didn’t stop thrusting his hips. Meanwhile Milky lied underneath him, fingering her drenched slit and giggling at the young man as her milk dripped down his tunic and face. ‘You found that funny, huh?’ Rickard grumbled, and Milky nodded in response. ‘Well, I’m glad I can amuse you in my humble little way.’ He shot back, before pulling his cock out of the cowgirl’s bowels until only the crown of his member remained entranced in her anal tunnel. ‘Wh-what are you do-.’ Before Milky could finish her question he slammed the entirety of his member into her guts again, causing the blonde to squeal in joy while two jets of milk escaped her breasts and splattered against Rickard again. ‘…that did not go as planned.’ He muttered as Milky was laughing at him once again. ‘D-do it again, do it again!’ she said with a blush as her fingers rapidly pumped in and out of her quim. ‘Well this tunic is ruined already,’ Rickard shrugged as he pulled his hips back again. ‘So I’m happy to be of assistance.’ He added before slamming his hips forwards again. It had the same results with Milky releasing a pleasured squeal, followed by a fountain of milk spraying from her nipples to rain down on Rickard and herself. With a grunt Rickard did this again and again, rapidly extracting his member from the cowgirl’s clenching, twitching bowels before ramming his prick into ass again. After a while both the cowgirl’s and Rickard’s bodies where shining with a mixture of milk and sweat while the wet sucking sounds of Milky’s fingers plumbing her pink folds resounded throughout the carriage. Until finally, everything stopped when Milky released a loud, high-pitched cry. ‘C-cumming!’ she howled as her pussy clamped down around her fingers and she writhed on the floor. As Milky’s body was rocked by orgasm her ass tightened around Rickard’s member like a silken vice and milked it roughly. Before he could even consider pulling out he felt his balls clenched violently, and with a grown he spewed his hot, creamy load into the blonde’s guts. Milky moaned as the walls of her ass were coated with Rickard’s thick white slime and she arched her back, while Rickard desperately tried to hold on to her as his body was rocked by his own climax. ‘A-aaah…I needed that.’ Milky moaned when her orgasm ended. Her body was covered in sweat and milk, and she was lying in a small puddle of her milk as well. ‘G-glad to be of service,’ Rickard said in a small voice when he finally managed to extract his softening member from the cowgirl’s rump. ‘Now, is there anything else I can help…you…with?’ he slowly fell silent as Milky soft snores resounded through the carriage. ‘Huh, I thought it was supposed to be the guy’s job to fall asleep after the deed is done.’ Rickard chuckled as he looked down at the sleeping woman. He tried to wake her up a few times, but she seemed to be far gone at this point. Then Rickard tried to pick the cowgirl up and put her down on the bench again, but found his strength far too lacking to do so. Eventually he just settled on putting on her robes properly again while trying to clean up the mess the two of them had made. Once that was done, he quickly removed his milk stained tunic and folded it up underneath Milky’s head to act as a sort of makeshift pillow before changing into a fresh one. ‘Well, time to go.’ Rickard muttered as he left the carriage and slowly closed the door behind him, he already heard the general murmurs of a town waking up and decided it was best to leave as quickly as possible, before the bullmen found their Goddess and used their weapons on something else than a boar. THE END.
Title: [Resident Evil] Ada & The Experiments Chapter title: Security-Upgrade Story Description: While infiltrating yet another Umbrella lab, Ada falls afoul of an aphrodesiac-based trap...and into the clutches of a gaggle of giant lizard monsters. - Champion of Venus, my lewd visual novel, is out now on Steam and Itch.io! Join Rayne for an adventure packed with the kinkiest scenes you've ever seen in a video game. Games: Resident Evil Story Content: Ada kicked the vent grate loose and swung herself down into the humming laboratory. The air was humid, chemical-scented, and strange bodies floated in massive tanks all around. She dusted herself down, stretched her neck, and gave a quiet groan. “That’s the fifth Umbrella lab I’ve broken into,” she said, parking her hands on her hips. “Do I win a prize?” There was, of course, nobody around to hear her. She advanced down the aisle between the ghastly tanks, which by now had become so matter-of-course that the bulky freaks drifting within the milky fluid were barely worthy of note. She had her sidearm; what more could a lady need? This was nothing she hadn’t dealt with before. She took one step forward, her heel clacking on the metal floor — and heard a hiss. She looked down, frowning, to see a tiny port in the floor billowing white gas. Ada clamped a hand over her mouth and leapt into a roll, at the same time whipping off her jacket and tossing it over the port, blocking off the flow — but then she noticed the other ports, all leaking gas of the same white colour, like steam… “Shit,” she said, holding her breath and looking around wildly, as one by one, all the doors in and out of the laboratory displayed a red light — locking themselves tight. The vent was too high up for her to reach. She was trapped! Whipping out her pistol, Ada turned in a slow circle, covering her mouth with one hand in a desperate attempt not to inhale the gas. It was all around her now, a thick, warm fog that made it impossible to see more than a few feet in front of her. It was hopeless! Her lungs burned; she had to take a breath! At last, dread filling her, Ada sucked in air — and filled her chest with the sweet-smelling gas. The effects were near-immediate; a tingling spread outwards to every inch of her body. Her knees felt weak. She groaned and clenched her teeth, helpless to stop her body’s response to the chemical infusion. Some kind of aphrodisiac? Her pussy was getting wet, her nipples stiff. Every inch of her skin felt ultra-sensitive; the movement of her clothes against her flesh was enough to make her gasp in tenderness. “Damn, damn…” she grated through grinding teeth, searching hopelessly for an enemy to shoot. Just then, a green light blinked in the mist ahead. She threw herself toward it, not thinking of the consequences, charging through an automatic door without ever getting a chance to read the sign: ‘HOLDING CELL A1.’ The door shut immediately behind her. Ada staggered to a halt, keeling over her own knees and panting for air. She tugged incessantly at her dress, all too aware of the web of clear cuntjuice clinging to her inner thighs. Her tongue hung from her open mouth, and her breasts heaved sharply as she sucked down precious breath, free at last from the gas…at least externally. The chemicals were already inside her, making their way throughout her system, igniting her passion and her addiction and her desperation…! When she found the strength to whip her eyes up and survey the room, she gave a soft snarl of frustration. So this was Umbrella’s plan… The tanks in this room contained complete specimens — hulking, lizard-like monstrosities rippling with muscle, each one at least eight feet tall. Between their legs hung enormous, vein-riddled cocks, the very sight of which nearly knocked Ada out with desire. She gurgled, realising she was already rubbing herself with her free hand, reaching under her dress to loosen her panties and stroke her slick, slutty pussy. Directly ahead of her was a lever marked ‘RELEASE’. Already, she felt herself move towards it, unable to stop herself from taking step after slow step forwards. Stop it, Ada, she told herself. Stop it! You can’t…let those things…get to you…! No matter how strong her mental resilience, it was all for naught; she grasped the lever and heaved. There was a deep clunk, then a metallic whirring sound, and then the specimen tanks spilled their fluid across the floor in a massive gush. As they emptied, the lizards shuddered and started to move, tugging the wires and tubes out of their flesh — which immediately re-sealed. From the looks of them, from the sheer power that emanated off of them…were these Tyrants? Ada took a step forward, panting with her red lips parted, moving like a zombie in her sexual stupor. The glass of the tanks descended, freeing the lizards — and when they sniffed the air and smelled her sex, they stared at her. Oh, God…they were getting hard, their monstercocks swelling up and outward, responding the fug of arousal that hung thick in the air. They stepped tentatively out of their tanks, their wide maws hanging open, drool dripping to the floor and steaming and…when she smelled that steam, Ada realised where the gas had been harvested from. These were creatures of pure lust, their very presence enough to bring any woman to a trembling, lustful high. If they were unleashed on the world above, what kind of havoc could they wreak…? Even so, Ada moved toward them. She dropped to her knees and whimpered pathetically, fondling her soaking cunt under her dress while tugging the garment upwards with her free hand, wrestling it over her belly and hips, her heaving breasts, her head… When she tossed her dress aside, she was left in nothing but her heels, black stockings, and collar, biting her lip and whimpering with lust for those oversized, hole-destroying Tyrant dicks. “Please,” she hissed as the monsters approached. Their long tongues flicked and rolled around in the air, tasting her scent. They had no eyes, but seemed to ‘see’ by taste alone. The largest of the monsters stopped before Ada, his gargantuan, leg-thick fuckrod throbbing and drooling thick ropes of creamy white precum in front of her. She trembled as, from behind the lizard’s back, four huge, oily-black tentacles unfurled. They grabbed her, wrapping around her limbs one at a time before hoisting her up into the air. She was completely vulnerable, naked and dripping and panting with desire. The monster opened its slimy maw wide and leaned in close — and Ada whimpered as her head passed into the muggy depths of its long, panting mouth. Even its breaths were aphrodisiac, flooding her body with greater lust than she thought possible. Her eyes rolled back in an ahegao as the lizard’s tongue coiled slowly around her neck and torso, wringing her, massaging its chemical drool into her skin. With a hand, the monster hoisted his bumpy monstercock so the tip kissed her pussy, and the other hand grasped her ass. Slowly, he applied pressure, driving his cock insistently against her slippery cunt until its barbed tip found its way into her. Ada gave a slobbering moan as her pussy began to stretch — and felt an orgasm well up from deep within. She squirted harder than she’d ever squirted before, a near-hosepipe spray of clear juices erupting from her cunt as she hollered in utter bliss, twisting and jerking and arching her body in her tentacular restraints! She peered into the slimy darkness of the monster’s maw as he lodged himself inside her, bulging her belly around his obscene fuckhammer until he could no longer slip out. And then the punishment began. The other lizards crooned in jealousy as the alpha claimed Ada, ramming her up and down his cock like a doll. The SCHLOP, SCHLOP, SCHLOPs of her soggy, ruined pussy filled the holding cell, and the Tyrants’ tentacles squirmed in lust. No matter how hard this first monster fucked her, Ada realised amidst the mind-blurring pleasure, the others would try to fuck even harder. She howled as that gargantuan fuckrod rammed upwards, bashing her cervix and smushing her womb, making her go cross-eyed. His thrusts forced her sharply up into his maw, so her head vanished into the vapour-blowing chute of his gullet and her shoulders and tits slipped over his tongue. He shut his mouth around her, holding her in his toothless maw and hunching over his own dick – all in pursuit of a better position to slam her from. Her wild moans were muffled by the walls of his throat, which convulsed around her and drank the sweat off her skin. The sensation of being sucked and fucked, of being bred by a colossal monster, was enough to make Ada black out for a few seconds — only to wake up to her own massive orgasm, shrieking as she came a second time. She jerked and gargled pitifully, toes curling and fists clenching tight. She was surrounded by darkness, inhaling the monster’s lustful vapours with each staggered breath, feeling nothing but him: His hands on her hips, his tentacles around her limbs, his tongue slurping hungrily at her tits and his cock driving into her womb, reshaping her insides with every thrust! As the beast used her like a fuckdoll, Ada rolled out her tongue against his own, almost as though she was trying to make out with him. Sound reached the inside of his mouth in a distorted fashion: the THWAP, THWAP, THWAP of his balls slamming into her asscheeks was dulled, but her own moans were amplified. When he bucked particularly hard, her breasts nearly plunged down his throat. Her head and shoulders were already deep in there, her maddened cries bouncing off the inside of the creature’s body. There was a faint glow ahead of her, deep within the Tyrant; and as the sphincter to his stomach flexed open for a brief moment, she realised what it was. A nest of writhing tentacles, flexing and pulsing to the tune of his overwhelming lust. She gave a gurgling cry as his throat clamped down, trying to swallow--! Rough hands seized her legs and hauled her back. She yelled as she emerged from the lizard’s maw in a cascade of slimy drool, tilting back on his cock until she was parallel with the floor…and staring at another massive fuckhammer, throbbing and twitching and drooling cream before her eyes. She clenched her teeth and whimpered as the other lizard, impatient for his turn, angled up with her mouth and pumped. His cockhead slipped off her face and to the side, but not before dousing her with even more of that overwhelming aphrodisiac. She wanted cock! Even as she struggled to act as she knew Ada Wong should, she felt her own mouth opening, her tongue splaying out hungrily. When the lizard pushed forward again, his cockhead stretched her lips wide and strained her jaw so much that tears poured from her eyes. She gurgled and gagged — and then produced a loud, soggy SPLORCH as he rammed his dick down her throat! She was spitroasted, speared on two immense cocks that held her up in the air as they thrashed in and out of her holes. GLURK, GHLUCK, GHLUCK, GLURK! Spittle and cuntjuice poured to the floor as her belly and neck bulged horrendously, her eyes rolling all the way back in their sockets. Her limbs in the grips of excited tentacles, her tits swinging up and down in the open air, Ada felt her sanity slipping. This should feel like despicable torture, but every moment made her more desperate, more delirious with lust. She wanted these beasts to cum inside her, to flood her full, to teach her what being a slut for monsters really meant — but for the moment, she could do nothing but make lewd noises as their cocks surged in and out of her formerly-tight holes. GLUTCH, GLUTCH, GLUTCH, GLUTCH! Even as the two monsters took advantage of her, Ada felt another cock lay across her belly and start to thrust. These creatures were truly insatiable; they all wanted to feel her, to pleasure themselves on her; if they couldn’t feel her holes wrapped around their cocks, they might tear each other apart in envy. The old Ada might have taken advantage of that, but the old Ada no longer existed. Even a short period of being hammered by cocks so massive, her brain addled on the monsters’ natural drug, was enough to permanently change the jiggling slut. She crooned around a throatful of dick as she came again, squirting so high that the first lizard’s chest was splattered with clear fluid. He didn’t care; her own pleasure mattered little to him. He sped up, thrashing her womb with harder and faster pumps, moving like a machine! The second lizard — the one going balls-deep in her gullet — was the first to erupt, snarling and throwing back his head as his monstrous balls clenched upwards and gurgled insane volumes of semen up his shaft. Ada felt the heat of his cum hit her core, and then her belly was inflating, growing fatter and rounder by the second! Cum exploded from her asshole and doused the floor beneath her while she arched her body and juddered in uncontrollable bliss. She wanted more, more! The belly-stretching wasn’t enough to satisfy her — but just as she thought that, her original oppressor growled, and the floodgates burst. Her belly, already impressively swollen, nearly doubled in size in the first few seconds. Ada whimpered, her near-dislocated jaw trembling as the two beasts held themselves balls-deep inside her. They rocked and growled in pleasure, using her hot, rippling insides to massage themselves in the post-orgasmic haze. Only after a minute of hungry grinding did they recede, schlorrrping their monstercocks back out of her throat and pussy inch by slow inch. Ada descended gradually, their cocks tipping down until they spilled out of her entirely, dropping her in the puddle of semen where she lay gushing jizz from both ends. “Blueeerkkk…” Her ordeal was not over. Shadow-shaped loomed over her, the other impatient monsters moving forward to claim her body as their territory. In that moment of heat and dizziness, Ada slowly raised her arms — and held up her hands in ‘peace’ signs. “One at a time, boys,” she groaned — just before two more lizards hoisted her up into the air. These ones didn’t use their cocks; instead, they braced her between their mouths and pushed forward, one slurping down her head and most of her torso while the other engulfed her legs and ass. Only her midriff remained visible, squirming around in a panic. Her taut tummy tensed with nervousness…but then a deep gurgling noise emanated from within the lizards’ throats, and Ada’s belly bulged around a mass of tentacles, plunging her from both ends. They met in the middle, coiling around each other to form thick knots that bulged her out even further, all while she shuddered in throes of bliss. They could have done anything to Ada right now, and she would have eaten it up with a look of adoration in her eyes. The tentacles plunged her frantically, lurching back and forth through her system, throbbing and spurting thick shots of glue against her inner walls. They were going to erupt before long, Ada knew, and there was nothing she could do to stop it. What bliss~! She curled her toes deep in one lizard’s gullet, and gargled inside the other one, as fat lumps of cum started to surge up along the thrusting tentacles — entering her before bursting inside her belly, flooding her with deep burbling noises. She blacked out for a moment. When she woke up, she was sliding forwards and downwards into a deep, red chute. The lizard was swallowing her, hot muscle rippling and rolling. She squeaked and struggled, but it was useless; there were no handholds, and her movements only made the slimy walls clamp down until her tits and asscheeks were brutally squished. “Hnnn~!” she groaned as her head emerged into the tentacle-filled stomach-sac, followed by the rest of her body. The tentacles attacked immediately, striking into her pussy and asshole, her mouth and nostrils, even her ears! She went cross-eyed in the pulsing dimness, her entire world reduced to a mass of pumping tentacles. For some reason, no matter how long they remained plugged down her gullet, her lungs never felt the need to breathe. The prospect of being trapped down here for all eternity occurred to her, and she squealed in throaty pleasure. The lizard, though, had no intention of keeping her inside. The tentacles turned her slowly around and pushed her back up his throat — until her upper body emerged into the open air, her belly and neck bulging obscenely around those slippery, sliding tendrils. Trapped in their embrace, her arms and tits dangling beneath her, Ada peered blurrily at the horde of monsters all waiting to take their turn. Her reddish brown eyes half-lidded, and she gargled deeply. If this was her new life, then she’d just have to learn to live with it.~ Just then, the tentacles bulged and sprayed her insides with jizz. Her tummy swelled…but this time, something was different. With each pump of thick, sloppy liquid that entered her body, she felt a change. Her chest was growing heavier, her hips wider… What the hell? When she looked down, she saw her breasts were swelling, sloshing with milk as they jiggled back and forth. The lizard was reshaping her to fit his own desires, making her curvier, more sexually potent…and when he was done, he released her onto the floor, where she sprawled face-down, ass up, her newly enlarged breasts pancaked under her! Ada sparkled with slime and sweat. Huffing and puffing for air, addled with lust and quivering with exhaustion, she raised her eyes to the beasts gathered all around her. “Whuh…” she said, then licked her lips and tried again. “What…are you guys waiting for? Take me…” - SCHLOP, SCHLOP, SCHLURRRP, SCHLORP, GLUCK, GLUCK, GLORK, SPLRRRTCH, SPLRRRTCH, SCHLOP, SCHLOP— Ada squelched and shuddered at the heart of a sea of sex. The beasts claimed her one after another, brutalising her holes with their giant cocks and their thick, flexible tentacles. They sucked on her body, and swallowed her down, and spat her back up like the communal snack-toy she was. Her curves had grown so big, by now, that she’d never fit into her old clothes, but that was the furthest thing from her mind. It became hard to tell where her own jiggling flesh ended and the monsters’ began, but she didn’t care about that either. All that mattered — the only thing on the slut that used to be Ada Wong’s mind, was where her next orgasm was coming from. Now it was from the ten tentacles squirming their way into her cunt; now it was from the fist forcing itself up her ass; now the pair of dicks spreading her throat and dislocating her jaw. She gagged and choked and gurgled in endless climax, burning as hot as a star, over and over. Time itself blurred to meaninglessness. She forgot her original mission, forgot about her allies and enemies. Even when scientists appeared and relocated them all to a separate holding cell — one with wall-length, armoured windows through which UMBRELLA’s operatives could spectate her nonstop devastation — Ada just kept slurping on giant monstercocks, not caring who watched. The monsters’ vitality lasted all of a month. In all that time, the fucking didn’t stop — not even when Ada passed out for hours at a time. She was sustained by nothing but the hot jizz flooding her system, while her brain was constantly bathed in the lizards’ chemical miasma. Now, though, she slowly came to her senses — blinking and realising she was mounted on the largest monster’s cock. He lay beneath her, and the others sprawled all around, gurgling in their state of total exhaustion. Ada frowned and rolled her hips a few times, but the big guy barely even responded; in fact, he was getting soft inside her! “Oh no you don’t…” Ada mumbled, and started to thrash her hips hard and fast, leaning forwards and grasping the lizard’s shoulders tightly. There was a vengeful look on her face, and her eyes glowed a dull shade of red. Beyond the armoured glass, a scientist tucked his clipboard under his arm and said, “The transformation is proceeding as planned. Her temperature’s up twenty degrees.” “Yeah,” said another man, slumped low in his swivel chair. “Say…do you think we’re doing the right thing?” “What do you mean?” “Well…giant lizards and zombies are one thing, but releasing this monster on the world? It seems unethical, even for us.” They looked at each other for a long time, then burst out laughing. Unethical! Man, what a riot. The scientists went back to watching the show, their eyes following Ada’s thick, sweaty bubblebutt up and down, up and down. The sounds of her orgasmic snarls resounded even through the reinforced glass, but they weren’t anywhere near as loud as the THWAP, THWAP, THWAP of her pussy engulfing that colossal cock again…and again…and again.~ The lizard whimpered for mercy.
Title: [ReZero] Subaru's Request Chapter title: A-Wakeup-Call Story Description: When Emilia offers Subaru one request, he chooses 'to wear her thighs like earmuffs'. Things spiral out of control from there. - Champion of Venus, my lewd visual novel, is out now on Steam and Itch.io! Join Rayne for an adventure packed with the kinkiest scenes you've ever seen in a video game. Anime & MangaNSxSp♂♀ Story Content: Subaru was stirred from his sleep by an odd sensation. At first he couldn’t quite identify the source – as blurred and groggy as he was – but as he blinked the sleep from his eyes and pushed back the bedsheet, his senses triangulated the source of the sensation…lower and lower down his body…finally fixing between his legs. “Bwuh!” he cried, and threw back the sheets with a sudden start – only to find himself looking down into the wide, innocent eyes of Emilia. Her lips were wrapped around his girthy cock, slurping gently on his morning wood while he stared in shock at her. “Emi…lia…?” He’d only just woken up, and after that burst of energy, he had to lean back into his pillows – watching her over his heaving chest as he breathed deep. “What…?” Emilia didn’t pull herself off his dong at first, but bobbed her head a few times, lewdly contorting her cheek around his obscene slab of fuckmeat as she pushed it against her gums. Only when most of his cock was drenched in drool did she pull up and back, popping her lips away from his cockhead and flicking her tongue against his tip, before sucking a deep breath of her own and gazing at him while her right hand massaged the base of his shaft. “I wanted to surprise you,” she said. “Since you’ve been working so hard lately.” Then Subaru’s eyes blurred again as Emilia opened wide, showing him the pink interior of her mouth, and used it to encapsulate his throbbing dick. “Hnngh…!” he crooned through his teeth as Emilia went up and down, up and down on his needy dick, slurping it, polishing it with eager strokes. Her tongue rippled and lashed along his shaft as she went, teasing every inch of it, her eyes never leaving his even as her hand dipped to knead his balls in a silky, smooth palm. “Mngh, mngh, mngh…” Emilia enunciated as she sucked, bobbing her head up and down more vigorously by the second. Seeing such a refined lady sucking such mad cock came as a surprise to Subaru; his heart hammered in his chest so hard that he could barely think straight, his brain buzzing. He watched Emilia’s cheeks vacuum inwards as she sucked harder, the air leaving her mouth in favour of tightening around his cock, her wide stare continuing to bore into his own wavering eyes. He crooned her name but got no response; Emilia was dedicated to pleasing his morning wood, to giving him the most blissful wakeup call imaginable, and soon enough he let his voice, his moans, roll free. He even reached out to grasp Emilia’s hair – an act once unthinkable – and squeeze it tightly, wrapping her silky silver locks around his fist and tugging her towards him as she went up and down, up and down, slurping noisily on his fuckrod! Schlup, schlup, schlup! Emilia had no intention of letting Subaru off the hook until he’d blown a massive load down her throat. Her slurps grew deeper, more intense, as Subaru wailed out loud for the mercy he neither wanted nor expected to get. Seeing Emilia’s eyes so intense was a rush for him nearly equal to the feeling of her lips and tongue gliding up and down his cock. He tugged her hair again and was rewarded with a delighted, gagged squeak from Emilia, who spurred herself to even more frantic motions – glug-glug-glugging on his thick fuckpole as he gurgled and squirmed beneath her. Subaru was losing it, writhing and arching his back, digging his heels into the bedsheets and lifting his knees alongside Emilia’s sides as she massaged his balls and slurped on his cock like a rabid slut. Her lips pushed halfway down his cock again and again – before diving further, as with a noisy glurk, she managed to force his glans through her tonsils and into her sloppy throat! Subaru’s eyes rolled back as he gurgled in sexual despair, his mouth hanging open, one hand in Emilia’s hair and the other on her cheek, holding her without any hope of controlling her movements. She was dominating him with her suckjob, swallowing his cock again and again without a shred of mercy! Even as his moans grew pleading, frantic, she kept on going – kept goading his body with her perfect mouth, kept on smushing her lips around the very hilt of his cock while her hands kneaded his heavy, cum-packed nuts, refusing to give him even a moment’s rest! “Oh…ohh…!” Subaru cried out as his eyes rolled even further, his tongue showing over the brim of his lips – and then, with a shuddering arch of his back, he slammed his cock down Emilia’s throat and came like a geyser! He erupted dense shots of jizz down Emilia’s gullet one after another, flooding her stomach with seed while she gurgled against his pelvis. Her eyes were intensely focused, almost cross-eyed as she stared at his clenching stomach, his core muscles convulsing in the depths of his mind-wiping orgasm. He kicked his heels into the bedsheets and thrashed beneath her, gasping and growling, unable to control the noises that poured from his mouth as he spasmed in the most blissful orgasm he'd ever experienced, a full-body tidal wave of bliss that threatened to melt his brain inside his skull. He felt like his mind was dribbling from his ears as he juddered and bucked, pumping more cum than he’d thought himself capable of producing, wheezing for precious air as Emilia’s angelic kisses against his hilt sent him into orbit around some distant pleasure-planet. “Unngh…uaah…fggh…!” Emilia kept on sucking, kept up the pressure around his hefty dong, her cheeks hollowed out and her eyes turned up toward his. She squeezed his balls gently, as though trying to milk them for all they were worth, then gave a soft, vibrating groan around his throat-sheathed dong as she started to pull back. Inch by inch, his slime-soaked cock emerged from her throat, un-clogging her gradually. When his cockhead burst from her mouth, she groaned and flicked her tongue in a circle around his tip, provoking yet another thick shot of cream across her face. She let his cum lie there, staining her features, as she peered into his eyes wide absolute love and devotion. Subaru couldn’t move, exhausted only minutes into his wakefulness. He lay there clutching the pillow in both hands, his knees raised and feet pressed hard into the mattress, groaning and wheezing for air. Emilia, at last, got up and peered down at him for a long moment, before turning and heading for the bathroom – to clean up before she started her day. She paused in the doorway, though, and shot him a lingering glare. “Are you coming?” Subaru wet his lips. Bathe – with Emilia? There was nothing he wanted more. “J-Just…a minute…” he breathed unsteadily, before heaving himself up out of bed. - A few hours later, Subaru found himself in another unlikely situation – kneeling under Emilia’s desk while she signed papers. She was completely bottomless, her plump pale ass squished on the comfortable seat and her porcelain-pale legs spread wide. Subaru gazed at her needy pussy with wide, awed eyes, panting for precious air as he leaned in closer and closer…before, in a surge of motion, plunging his mouth over Emilia’s cunt and going to town! He wasn’t exactly an expert at this – in fact, it was his first time – but Subaru moved into the act with such vigour that Emilia gasped and straightened herself up when she felt his lips caressing her sensitive pussylips, his tongue slipping up to play with her clit…before diving between her vulva and assailing the inside of her womanhood! Her thighs trembled, then squeezed around Subaru’s head as he ate her out with all the passion he felt for Emilia. The squeeze only encouraged him to work even harder to please her, hooking his arms under her thighs and tugging himself against her as hard as he could, slurping on her pussy, letting her juices roll over his tongue like nectar from a divine chalice. Emilia couldn’t control her breathing, not while Subaru was so enthusiastically slurping on her pussy. She bit her bottom lip and groaned in bliss, and a moment later, Subaru heard the pen fall from her hand. She squeezed his head tightly with her thighs – then grasped his hair with both hands and tugged him against her, urging him to finish her off! Subaru just kept going, even as his neck strained and his jaw started to feel numb. He sucked on her sensitive pussy with all his vigour, all his passion, until Emilia raised her voice in a sudden, sharp cry of bliss – tossing her head back and wailing as she came! Juices gushed into his mouth as he rolled his tongue across her clenching pussylips, as he kissed her clit and tried to make her orgasm last as long as possible. Her legs gripped him so hard that it hurt, but Subaru didn’t complain – not while he was experiencing such bliss! He just hugged himself against Emilia with all his might and slurped on her dutifully, determined to serve her the best way he possibly could – to sate all her desires, no matter how desperate she might be! Emilia twitched and squirmed for a long time, grunting and moaning loud loud, tugging on Subaru’s hair as he gave her service…until, slowly, she came down from her ecstatic high. Her legs slipped from around his head, and she sank lower in her chair, wheezing with her long, slender legs spread wide and her pussy coated in drool. She petted his scalp through his hair, huffing and puffing for air loudly, peering at the ceiling in a dizzy haze. “Well… How was it?” Subaru asked quietly, afraid to disturb her in her repose. She looked at him blearily and smiled, then cupped his face between both of her hands. “It was perfect. I’ll have to reward you…later on.” - That promise kept Subaru going for the rest of the day, attending to his duties with the stiff alertness of a true house knight. The others looked at him strangely, wondering why his face occasionally turned bright-red – but he managed to get through the day without incident. As night fell, Subaru returned to his chambers – and gasped, stopping in his tracks, as he looked at who awaited him on the bed. “Come,” said Emilia. She lay on her back, completely naked, with a look of stern command in her eyes. As Subaru closed the door and began to strip, she started to play with herself, fingers gliding expertly over her slender pussylips, teasing her own clit as she watched him. Subaru discarded his clothes on the floor, making no attempt to fold them neatly – there was no time for that, after all. His cock stood up stiff and needy, and his chest heaved with deep, needy breaths as he stepped toward Emilia. “You look…” he started, then gulped as Emilia lay back further and hoisted her legs with her hands, pulling them up and back, showing off a degree of flexibility he’d never known she had. Her toes wriggled in the air as she gazed at him over her heaving bust, presenting her pussy to him in the most obscene way imaginable – while her knees were almost touching her shoulders! “Well?” she asked. “Get to work.” How could Subaru disobey an order like that? Looming over Emilia, he placed his hands on the silky surfaces of her thighs, groaning as his fingers sank into her flesh. He knelt on the bed, shuffling forwards until his cock could slide up over her pussylips and rest on her belly. They both breathed heavily, peering into each other’s eyes, desperate for one another… Subaru gulped, then drew his hips back until his cockhead nestled against Emilia’s cunt – and with a slow press, he entered her. The feeling of Emilia’s silky pussy wrapping around his cock was like nothing he’d ever experienced. He sank into a world of pure bliss, his eyes blurring as her delicious cunt gripped and squeezed him. He rested there for a minute, just his tip inside her, taking in deep breaths in an attempt to steady himself. And then, once he was good and centred, Subaru entered her properly – with a rough thrust that carried his cockhead all the way to her cervix. He didn’t know what came over him, what forced him to treat Emilia so roughly, but he couldn’t help himself – and within moments he was slamming in and out, hard and fast! She squeaked in shock, gasping and panting as his fat cock pumped her within inches of her sanity, making her tits bounce and her asscheeks jiggle! He rocked over her hard and fast as his balls repeatedly hammered down on her rump, producing a slew of wet claps and smacks that rang throughout the mansion. Subaru was groaning his bliss, overwhelmed by the experience of having sex with Emilia. He kept on surging back and forth, fighting his own limits. It took great effort, and yet he had no choice but to spend that effort, as his instincts spurred him onwards. As he throbbed and pulsed inside her, nearer and nearer to his limit, he gasped and yelped in pleasure — until finally, he pushed Emilia’s ankles back to the pillows, bottomed out, and came inside her. Splrrrrch! He hosed her pussy with thick shots of splooge, dousing her womb white. She whimpered beneath him as he flooded her, and when he kissed her, she locked lips with him hungrily, their tongues tousling between their mouths. Subaru pulled out with a soggy schlorp, and rolled off of Emilia to pant loudly, staring at the ceiling. “Can’t…go on…” he wheezed, even though his cock was still throbbing. Emilia, cum pouring from her cunt, gurgled and looked down at Subaru’s twitching penis. She brought a silky, pale hand to his dick, cupping his hefty girth and pumping it up and down – slowly at first, but gaining speed as she grew hotter and more bothered. Suddenly, to Subaru’s surprise, she rose and swivelled – straddling his lap with his cock riding up her belly. “If you’re too tired, I’ll take over,” she said, then lifted herself into a squat with his cockhead against her slender pussylips. Schlop! She pressed down, and Subaru groaned as her pussy swallowed his cock! She started to bounce immediately, her tits bounding in Subaru’s face as both of them started to pant in sync with each other. Plap, plap, plap, plap! Emilia rode Subaru hard and fast, spending very little time building up to their final, rough, body-jolting pace. Subaru’s gasps and groans sounded out in time with Emilia’s bounces, each impact with his groin drawing another moan out of him. Emilia cupped his cheeks between her hands and kissed him again, not hesitating to shovel her tongue into his mouth. He responded in kind, growling into her lips and wrestling tongues as she slammed down on top of him again and again! “Emilia, I---” Subaru called as he became frantic with pleasure, trembling from head to toe, gripping her hips in his hands. “I can’t--!” “It’s okay, Subaru,” Emilia huffed over him, her hair hanging in long curtains around his face and over his shoulders. “Cum for me!” Subaru couldn’t disobey. He arched, convulsed, and yelled out his bliss as he burst inside her, firing sticky jolts of cream into Emilia’s womb! He couldn’t hold in his voice as he gushed like crazy, eyes rolled back, nearly blacking out from the intensity of his orgasm! … When he finally came down from his ecstatic high, Subaru groooaned happily. Emilia dismounted and lay beside him, one arm slung over his chest, nestling into his side as they both tried to catch their breaths. For a long time, they simply rested there, completely worn out. “That was…” “No need to talk,” Emilia whispered in his ear. “Hush for now, and just…savour the moment, okay?” Subaru took a few deep breaths, then nodded stiffly. His entire body tingled with absolute pleasure, the kind of bliss he’d be comparing everything else to from now on. “Okay.”
Title: [ReZero] Subaru's Request Chapter title: Half-Elf-Thighs-Are-10-10 Story Description: When Emilia offers Subaru one request, he chooses 'to wear her thighs like earmuffs'. Things spiral out of control from there. - Champion of Venus, my lewd visual novel, is out now on Steam and Itch.io! Join Rayne for an adventure packed with the kinkiest scenes you've ever seen in a video game. Anime & MangaNSxSp♂♀ Story Content: “I really don’t understand, but since you requested it…” Emilia shook her head slowly and blew a sigh through her delicate lips, then spread her legs wide. For Subaru, it was like watching the Red Sea part — a miracle. As he gazed upon her milky legs, he felt his knees start to wobble, and he sank onto them gratefully before shuffling towards her. She watched him with a curious, faintly nervous expression, then gasped when he laid his hands on her calves. Her thighs were so deliciously smooth and squishy, he almost didn’t want to defile them with his touch…but where would that logic leave him? He knew he had to experience Emilia to the fullest extent possible, and that meant throwing away his image of her as a delicate flower. But, oh… “Your pink panties are so cute, Emilia,” Subaru gushed as he stared, which only made Emilia blush an even hotter shade of red, evading his eyes with her own as she idly twiddled a lock of pale hair around her fingers. Subaru gave her calves a squeeze, then leaned in and rested his cheek on a comfy, cool thigh. Her skin was just as delectably soft as it looked, padded with a perfect proportion of fat to allow his cheek to sink into her thigh. Subaru let out an unplanned groan of delight, all too aware that he was making a complete fool of himself, but not really caring either way. This was his only chance, after all — his chance to live out his most precious fantasies. “…There, there,” Emilia said, resting a hand on his head and petting his hair. “It will all be okay.” Huh? Subaru looked up and saw the concern in her eyes. He brought a hand to his face and was shocked to feel tears dribbling down his cheeks. He wiped them away in a hurry, then shot a goofy grin up at Emilia. “I’m fine! Please don’t be worried about me; these are tears of happiness!” “Tears of…happiness…?” “Mm.” Subaru slid his hands up her calves and gently cupped under her thighs, giving them the slow, kneading massage they deserved. “Because I’ve wanted to do this for a long time…” “You’ve wanted to…’wear my thighs like earmuffs’?” Emilia asked, tilting her head curiously. “Ah — I know that’s what I said, but I guess I just got overexcited. You don’t need to—mmpf!” He was suddenly muffled as Emilia’s thighs slammed shut around his head, clamping over his ears and swallowing most of his cranium amidst the pale squish. Her skirt concealed his face, and her hands in his hair made sure that most of Subaru’s head vanished from the outside world. “Very well!” Emilia said with a determined look in her eyes. “I gave you one request, so I’ll see it through! I hope my thighs are top-quality earmuffs!” She paused. “Of course, if they are top-quality, then you won’t have heard me say that…” Subaru was overwhelmed with joy, but he still managed to raise a shaky hand and give Emilia a thumbs-up. He was having the time of his life, baking between her gorgeous, delicate half-elven thighs, inhaling the sweet scent of her skin while she held his face so very close to her panties. He just couldn’t help himself; at risk of looking like a total pig, he shunted forwards, driving his face towards the sweet softness of her crotch — and she gasped as his mouth and nose pressed against her panties, inhaling her scent into his lungs. He was in heaven, and nothing could stop him from imprinting this moment onto the tissue of his brain, storing it in memory for the rest of time! He didn’t even care if Emilia pushed him away, or if she— “I see,” Emilia said quietly. Subaru raised his eyes, peering up at her over her crumpled skirt. “If that’s what you wanted, why didn’t you request it?” she said, then reached down, hooked her slender fingers into her panties, and tugged them aside – exposing her slim, hairless, perfect pussy to Subaru. He stared, stunned for a moment, feeling like he’d just been evicted from his own body. Move! Say something! he told himself, but he couldn’t move a muscle — not for a long few moments anyway. “Auh…” he said at last, and without further ado, he wrapped his mouth around Emilia’s beautiful pussy and started to suck. Emilia yelped, her head rocking back slightly as Subaru started to assail her with spikes of pleasure. His tongue probed around her pussy at first, swirling slowly but firmly, before he set it free to slurp and slide directly over her needy lower lips. “Hah…S-Subaru…!” Emilia whimpered as he worked, squeezing his head even tighter between her pillowy thighs. Her feet left the ground, and she started to wrap her legs all the way around his head — sealing him tightly against her, not even letting him come up for air! That suited Subaru just fine; who needed to breathe when they had a mouth full of Emilia’s pussy? He groaned in absolute delight, straining out his pants with his throbbing boner, holding the bottoms of Emilia’s plump asscheeks inside her skirt as he pushed his tongue into her. She tasted so good, he couldn’t believe it. How could this be even better than he’d imagined, lying awake in the middle of the night? If he died right now — for good, this time — he’d die the happiest man ever to have lived. “Mmnp…schlrp…” Subaru curled his tongue inside Emilia’s twitching folds, teasing her with each joyous ripple, getting her nice and soaked. He gaze up into her eyes as he worked, watching her lean slooowly back on the bed, until her chest blocked his view of her face. She kept one hand in his hair while the other trailed over her stomach, tugging at her top so the soft surface of her stomach became visible. That patch of skin alone was so erotic to Subaru that he worried he might cum inside his pants — but instead of worrying about that, he committed himself to his task, swaying slightly as he slurp, slurp, slurped on Emilia’s pussy! “Ah! Haah--!” Emilia started to arch her body in lust, juddering happily on the bed. She let go of his hair, instead grasping the bedsheets tightly — almost ripping the fabric with her nails. She gave Subaru free reign over her pussy, knowing that before long she’d— “Nnghh~!” Emilia suddenly thrashed her hips beneath him, curling her toes and tugging at the bedsheets as she hit a thrilling orgasm! “Ah! Ah! Aaahn~!” Her tongue dipped outside her open mouth as she whimpered and wailed. “What’s--- Nngghah!” Tears of bliss streaked down her cheeks as she quaked and quavered, bucking her hips again and again…until finally, she settled on the bed, panting, her chest rising and falling heavily… Subaru slowly drew his lips away from her delicious womanhood, strings of clear girlcum connecting his face to her twitching pussy. He licked around his mouth and grinned shakily, aware that he was blushing crimson. “H-How was it…?” “Uhhn…” Emilia’s eyes were blurry. “That…was an orgasm…?” Subaru gave a soft laugh. “You mean I gave you your first orgasm ever?” He stroked a hand over her belly, pushing her top up even further…until her frilly pink bra was exposed, her perky tits ready for the taking. He grasped them gently, kneading them inside their bra, before slipping his hands around her and tugging open the strap. He removed her bra while her top was still on, then climbed onto the bed — kissing his way up her pale belly, and only when he reached her chest did he tug her top up and over it, exposing her gorgeous pale breasts in all their milky-white glory. “You have beautiful boobs, Emilia,” Subaru complimented her, before leaning down and wrapping his lips around a perky pink nipple — suckling gently. Emilia gave a throaty moan of pleasure, curling a hand behind his head and pulling him close. She was thirsty for it — maybe elves were naturally more lustful than humans? It almost broke Subaru’s long-held image of Emilia to see her needy for sex, but he liked this side of her as well. “Maybe you’re actually a naughty girl,” Subaru decided, murmuring into the soft skin of her left breast — before applying some hard suction and pulling, stretching her nipple until it popped from his mouth. “Ah…ah…” Still breathing heavily, Emilia looked down between their bodies — to where Subaru’s heavy bulge was pressing against her naked pussy. She bit her bottom lip and gave a gentle moan, and that moan contained all the meaning that Subaru needed to hear. He smiled, then brought his trembling hands to his belt and started to drop his pants. To think today would end up like this… He struggled even to control his breathing, let alone to look her in the eyes as he let his big, fat cock smack against her belly. Emilia reached for it, and he gave a cry of pleasure when her delicate hand wrapped around the base of his cock. “Emilia…” Subaru said in a thin voice. “May…may I…” And then Emilia surprised him. Furious determination flashed in her eyes, and suddenly she rolled, driving him beneath her and mounting his hips. As he reeled in shock, she dug her heels under her thighs and hoisted herself into a low squat, lifting her plump ass into the air so her sweet, soaking pussy could kiss his cockhead. Subaru had no way of resisting, mentally or physically, as she grasped his shoulders, licked her lips, and plunged herself down on his cock! “Ahhn~!” she cried as Subaru tossed his head back in heavenly bliss, his dick swallowed up by Emilia’s pretty pussy in a single gulp! She was so tight, but so flexible at the same time; the moment her pink lower lips kissed the base of his cock, she was lifting her hips again, sliding her slick cunt all the way to his tip before slamming down once again, starting to ride his cock like there was no tomorrow. Where had all this powerful lust come from? Emilia groaned as she fucked Subaru senseless, making her asscheeks plap, plap, plap together in time with her cervix-punching thrusts. Wasn’t she supposed to be a virgin!? “E-Emilia…!?” Subaru cried, unable to modulate his voice amidst all that thrashing, melting pleasure. Instead of replying, Emilia bowed down and wrapped her lips around his, kissing him hard and deep, scraping her tongue across his gums as he shook and jolted beneath her. She was fucking him with all her strength, sweat making her pale body shine. She continued to bounce even as she straightened up and wrestled her crumpled shirt off of her body, followed by her skirt. Naked on top of him, jiggling and sweating and panting, Emilia smiled wide. “This is amazing, Subaru,” she crooned, then cupped his face between her hands and kissed him again — this time sending her hips into overdrive, beating the base of his cock with her squishy pussylips in a rampant assault. SLAP, SLAP, SLAP, SLAP, SLAP~! Her buttcheeks jiggled like jello, her tits bounced and sloshed between their chests, and she claimed Subaru as her own, personal, human dildo with each successive thrust. She was rewriting his mind with pleasure, addicting him to her in both body and soul, reshaping his perception of her…from the object of his desires, to his goddess. “E-Emilia, this is…nnghf…” Subaru couldn’t really speak; his mind kept slipping away from him. Emilia’s pussy stroked up and down his cock twice or more times a second, making him gasp and grunt and shudder from head to toe. There was no way he could last much longer — no way…! “Don’t you dare cum yet,” Emilia said, and smacked him lightly across the face, startling him. As his cheek turned red from her palm-print, Emilia grinned and rolled again — this time putting him on top. Subaru felt his hips moving before he was aware he was controlling them; he growled, his lusts flaring up once more as he began to slampump Emilia’s slutty pussy! As his perceptions twisted, he grew more and more confident that she could take his full-force pounding — and as he ramped up the speed and power of his thrusts, she rewarded him with high-pitched, singsong yelps and calls. She flung her arms around his neck and pulled him down against her, squishing her boobs beneath his grinding chest while his hefty balls plap, plap, plapped down on her asscheeks! “Ah~! Subaru…!” “Emilia…” Subaru was her slave, utterly addicted to the sensation of her pussy wrapped tight around his throbbing, enraged cock. He had no idea how he hadn’t exploded inside her yet, but the end was quickly approaching. As his dick spasmed wildly inside Emilia, Subaru called out a warning. “I-I’m gonna…!” And then, going cross-eyed, Subaru launched his hips down and came. His balls smushed against her juicy asscheeks, resting atop their pale curves and throb…throb…throbbing as they pumped vast amounts of semen through his spasming cock. He dumped shot after thick, slimy shot directly into Emilia’s womb, flooding her half-elven babymaker with his virile human seed, filling her all the way up. The soft slide of her tits against his chest excited him to no end; the way her cleavage squished up almost to her chin as she gazed up into his eyes, her mouth hanging slightly open, panting for air… Her lips pursed, and Subaru ducked toward them, kissing them hungrily, their tongues flickering out to curl exquisite patterns around each other… He had no idea when they’d become so completely in-sync, but now they moved like one being, perfectly understanding each other’s deepest desires. Subaru slid his hands down Emilia’s slender sides, then dug his fingers deep into the pale meat of her asscheeks as he popped his lips off of hers…and pulled his cock out of her sweet, flexing pussy. His shaft continued to drip cream over her thighs as he hovered over her, panting, filling his lungs with air…before, at long last, he sat back on his heels and straightened up, staring at the ceiling. Had all of that…really just happened…? “Lie with me, Subaru,” Emilia said, and Subaru looked down to see her patting the space next to her. Moving slowly, as though in a dream, Subaru slid down onto the bed beside Emilia and gazed into her eyes. Both of their chests heaved with exhausted breaths, sweat glossing their skin, their eyes glazed over with perfect bliss. At last, Emilia slid her hand down Subaru’s stomach and grasped his softening cock, nursing it with slow, pleasurable pumps in the aftermath of his colossal orgasm. He saw cream dripping from her pussy and over her thigh, but she made no attempt to clean up — not before this perfect moment had passed. “Should we…take a bath together?” Subaru asked. Emilia didn’t say anything, but nodded faintly, and kept on gazing at him. He let out a happy sigh. Maybe Emilia wasn’t the person he’d built her up to be in his head, but…he could work with this.
Title: [RWBY AU] Neo the CEO Chapter title: Paizuri-Height Story Description: Neo's had her eye on a certain blond-haired office worker for a long time. Now it's tiem for her to make her move. - Champion of Venus, my lewd visual novel, is out now on Steam and Itch.io! Join Rayne for an adventure packed with the kinkiest scenes you've ever seen in a video game. Anime & Manga: RWBY Story Content: Jaune grumbled to himself as he descended the steep, dusty stairs into the basement archive, a place of cramped shelves and overhanging boxes that could topple and crush the unwary. He tried to keep his head own to avoid this kind of thing, but for some reason, whenever the boss needed help with a job, he was the one she called. “Uh, ma’am?” he called as he entered the archive, walking amongst the shelves. He was wary, but he didn’t know why; sure, the boss had a habit of surprising him, bumping against his arm when he thought he was alone, or leaning in his office doorway and peering at him from over the rims of her glasses — completely still and silent until he looked up and noticed her — but he wasn’t afraid of the woman…was he? He found her at the back of the room, standing beneath a tall shelf with her tiny fists parked on her wide hips. Neo wore a tight, white shirt that stretched painfully around her excessive chest, and a skirt that conformed with similar ardour to the shape of her ass. Miss Neopolitan’s boobs would have been oversized on a regular woman, but for a woman who stood 4’10” in heels, they were simply ridiculous, jutting proudly before her and declaring her presence before she even entered a room. Jaune had to force himself not to stare at the shortstack’s body as he stepped up beside her, glad that she wasn’t focusing on him for once. “Oh — you need help lifting stuff from the high shelves?” Jaune said, rolling back his sleeves. “Sure, I can do that. Just point at what you want me to grab, and I’ll grab it.” She nodded and pointed at once of the boxes. Jaune rose on his tiptoes and shivered, feeling just how exposed his back was to her, but she didn’t try anything as he brought the box down and set it on the table. She pointed at another, and another, and soon Jaune was breathing heavily as he set the fifth box down. What were even in these things? Paper sure was heavy. He turned to Miss Neo again, and froze when he saw where she was pointing: straight at her breasts. Her index fingers prodded into the soft, pillowy thrust of her udders, through the fabric of her expensive white cotton shirt, and her eyes narrowed in cruel amusement as she watched him squirm. How did I get into this situation…? Jaune wondered weakly. What was it about him that Miss Neo had latched onto, that she found so enticing? Maybe she just got the best responses from him when it came to her teasing — or maybe she just liked blonds. Either way, he was trapped in a basement with a heterochromic beauty who wanted him to grab her boobs, his heart was racing a thousand miles an hour, and he was struggling to breathe. Jaune took a deep, shaky breath, looked back over a shoulder to make sure no one else was around — as if anyone would come to this cramped, dreary basement — and then met Miss Neo’s eyes. “…Miss Neo, this is...it’s unprofessional, you know that?” he asked, hating himself for every word. Of course he wanted to squeeze those huge, wonderful tits — to fill his palms with soft skin and feel how far it squished between his fingers — but he was also terrified of getting fired. He needed this job, he told himself, but that didn’t stop him from cringing as a look of disappointment filled Miss Neo’s eyes. She pointed to another box, her movements a little stiffer this time, and Jaune breathed a sigh of relief as he went to fetch it. She worked him hard. He got the impression she was punishing him for being such a stuck-up working stiff, and he felt like he deserved that punishment; he couldn’t help but bite his tongue whenever he looked at her, wishing he could go back and seize on the opportunity that few men could ever dream of. They moved into the cramped aisle of shelves, bumping closer together, having to manoeuvre carefully around one another as the space narrowed…until, at last, Jaune reached for a box and felt something press against his pelvis. He looked down to see Miss Neo’s bright, pink-and-brown eyes peering up at him innocently. A faint smile on her lips. He was leaning up against her, his crotch pressing her tits into delicious pancakes. The faintest hint of pale cleavage rose up through her collar; had she undone a button when he wasn’t looking? As he watched, she gently squeezed the sides of her boobs with her biceps, pushing those huge udders even harder against him. Uh oh. He was getting hard, and there was no way to stop. He could step away, or make some excuse to leave, but…in the moment, pinned in that narrow aisle with Miss Neo squeezed against his crotch, there was really no way any man could have extricated himself from the situation. No way to do it and live with himself afterwards, anyway. He gave a soft groan as Neo blinked, wearing an expression of innocent curiosity as she felt Jaune’s boner start to swell against her sensitive jugs. She shifted her boobs and peered at the thick bulge in Jaune’s pants, batting her eyelids a few more times before looking up at him again. A wide grin spread across her face, horrifically sultry, her gleaming eyes taunting him from behind her glasses. She pushed a lock of pink hair back over her ear, then pinched the top button of her shirt, tweaking it between finger and thumb as she waited for his response. Jaune gulped. He was probably going to get fired anyway, so where was the harm in giving in to his desires? He paused for a long moment…and then pushed his hips forward, smushing Miss Neo’s huge tits even tighter between their bodies. He’d never thought himself the kind of person who’d get involved in a licentious office liaison, but Miss Neo had made it impossible to resist. “Ah…your boobs are great at hiding my dick, Miss Neo.~” He was surprised by how confident he sounded, even if his voice was husky and tense. Miss Neo trapped her lower lip between her teeth and bit down smokily, then started to unbutton her shirt. He watched in awe as she revealed her perfect breasts to him; they were even bigger than her shirt made them look, and as they pressed free into the open air, Jaune realised she wasn’t wearing a bra. Her stiff, pink nipples pressed against his thighs, and finally she dropped her shirt onto the shelf, while she squeezed herself against him, topless. Jaune was breathing heavily, his chest heaving and his heart hammering. At last, he seized the opportunity he’d missed minutes ago: he laid his hands on the swollen flanks of Neo’s udders and squeezed, sinking his fingers deep into her paizuri machine of a chest, groping his boss’s udders around his massive boner. He rocked his hips as he kneaded away at her boobs, watching her lips purse and her eyes narrow to needy slits as she watched his bulge grind between her sensitive mammaries. His poor pants were starting to strain; he had to get them off before they tore! He gave a happy little groan as an idea occurred to him. “Open my pants…with your mouth.” Miss Neo looked startled for a moment, but then she sank to her sank, eagerly putting her skilled teeth and tongue to work unzipping his pants and tugging them down, letting his boner surge even further forwards in his boxer shorts. To his shock, Miss Neo smushed her mouth and nose against his swelling package and inhaled, snorting the musk off his dong like a true addict. He eyes blurred as she glutted herself on the smell of his dick, and her drool soaked into his boxers somewhat…until she slid up, pinched the waistband between her teeth, and tugged his underwear down as well. His monstercock sprang free, unfurling in a massive burst of veiny fuckmeat. It slapped down atop Neo’s head and slung a thick rope of precum down her back. She gasped, presented with his apple-sized balls churning and pulsing just inches from her face — and she couldn’t resist burying her features in his sack, sucking his balls, rippling her tongue all over those cum-filled orbs until they were slick and shiny. Jaune held her shoulders, grunting happily as she slurped a big, fat testicle into her mouth, showing off her incredible mouth by stuffing her cheeks to bulging around his throbbing cumnuke and sucking as though it were the most delicious treat in the world. “Mmh…” she sighed in bliss, giving his testicle a loving tug before freeing it from her mouth, ropes of spit dangling from it. Everything about Miss Neo seemed engineered to make Jaune as desperately horny as humanly possible. When she finally kissed his cock, it throbbed and spat another fat rope of precum behind her. His virility pleased her to no end; she trailed her kisses upwards, and wrapped her huge teats around his cock as she did so, until his massive rod was mostly wrapped up in those perfect breasts. Miss Neo plumped and squished them together, patting their flanks to make them jiggle around his delicious fuckpillar, her lips wrapping around his glans to suck the precum right out of him. At some point in the proceedings, Jaune had become the one pressed between Miss Neo and a shelf; she leaned against him, overpowering him despite her much smaller size, opening wide so he could watch her tongue curl and flicker under his hungry glans…and see her swallow the bolt of precum that spurted against her rippling throat. “You’re incredible,” Jaune murmured as he rocked his hips, letting Neo do most of the work. She pumped her udders up and down his cock, clamping them tightly between her biceps and swaying her entire body, rocking from her tiptoes to her heels again and again. She serviced his cock devotedly, watching his face all the while, seeming to take just as much pleasure from his expressions of unbearable bliss as he did from the valley of godly flesh massaging his needy cock. As his confidence grew, he rested a hand on Neo’s head and pushed his fingers through her hair, encouraging her to keep bobbing her mouth around his cockhead. Neo was impressed by his size. When she finally popped her soggy lips off of his dick, she slid a forearm up between her boobs, measuring it against his fat fuckrod. She liked what she saw, and gave him another of those sinister smirks that made his heart skip a beat. Her tongue lapped a circuit around her lips, and she winked at him. That was enough to enflame Jaune’s lusts, and push him past the point of no return. He grabbed her shoulders and spun her around, pressing her against the shelf on her tiptoes as he lifted her skirt over her juicy asscheeks. As her tits pressed against the cold metal of the shelf, Neo groaned and stuck her rump out pleadingly, shaking it from side to side in a jiggly breeding dance. Jaune didn’t hesitate; he wrapped his arms around the helplessly horny shortstack, filling his palms with her delicious boobs and squishing them tightly back as he pressed his oversized cock between her asscheeks, finding her tight pucker right away. “I’ve always wanted to do this,” Jaune growled into her ear, having to stoop over her so he could kiss her scalp. “Consider this revenge for all the times you teased me, ma’am.~” He felt Neo tense up as he slid a hand down her bare belly…and stroked two fingers over her stiff, soaking clit. She gasped and moaned, squeezing the shelf for support as the enraged male prepared himself for entry…and finally, pushed with all his might. Neo’s mouth dropped open, gargling in a mute attempt at a howl as Jaune’s monstrous rod spread her asshole wide open. No dildo could have prepared her to be stuffed by such an immense, throbbing, red-hot slab of cockmeat; he plunged her innards without mercy, pressing deeper and deeper, letting nothing resist his slow advance into her guts. Neo’s belly bulged around his massive cock, and when his balls finally kissed the backs of her thighs, he gave a contented little groan. “A perfect fit,” he said in her ear, hooking two fingers into her needy pussy. Then he drew his hips back and pumped. Hard. Neo glurked in shocked pleasure, her boobs bouncing once as Jaune’s hips bucked against her asscheeks. Then he pumped again, and again, each time sending a wonderful jolt of pain and bliss through Neo’s trembling form. It turned out she was a real glutton for punishment, and once Jaune got her boobs bouncing and her booty clapping, it wasn’t long before she hit her first orgasm of the day. “Auh--!” she exhaled as she came, biting her lip and clutching the shaking shelf tightly. All around them, the boxes on the shelves swayed, threatening to fall to the ground amidst the impacts of the couple’s rough-mating. Neo, meanwhile, cared only about the incredible ecstasy flooding her body and mind, making her arch her tiny body and curl her toes! She was a squirter, Jaune discovered as her cunt clamped around his fingers, and he rubbed her even harder to prolong her orgasm for as long as he could. Her eyes rolled steadily back into their sockets, glazing with tears as she whimpered and twitched, unable to believe how good it all felt. She’d never taken such a massive cock before, or been with such a stud of a man. She was supremely happy.~ Jaune pumped harder and faster, pushing himself past his limits all for the purpose of leaving Neo with the knowledge that no man could please her like him. He hooked an arm under her right thigh, hoisting her leg up onto the shelf so she wobbled on one foot, grunting and groaning as Jaune made her belly warp with each pump of his massive cock. Plap, plap, plap, plap, plap~! “Hnngh…” Jaune grasped Neo’s chin and turned her head, kissing her deeply as they mated in the cramped basement archive, filling the dull space with the vibrant sounds of hard sex…and of their lips and tongues schlicking together. Neo’s glasses sat lopsidedly over her eyes, and Jaune decided to leave them that way, making them bounce whenever his hips rocketed against, and overwhelmed, her shock-absorbing asscheeks. “I can’t last much longer,” Jaune told her when their lips broke apart — and then, he lifted her, arms under both of her thick thighs, hoisting Neo into a standing fuck with her knees against her shoulders and her huge tits wobbling between her thighs! Her belly bulged up into the valley of her boobs with each powerful pump, and spittle oozed from the tip of her dangling tongue as she gasped in time with his thrusts. SCHLAP, PLAP, PLAP, CLAP, PLAP~! Jaune’s balls spanked Neo’s pussy again and again, making her poor cunt drool with need even in the wake of her mind-breaking orgasm. He exerted every bit of muscular power he had, rutting her cervix again and again, making her wail as loudly as the mute cutie could muster. “Auh! Auh! Auhh--!” Neo’s tongue withdrew, and her teeth slammed together as she came again, squirting arcs of clear fluid through the air as Jaune drilled her ass into oblivion. Her tits leapt so high they framed her cheeks between their jiggling masses at times, before smacking back down on her ribs, each time flinging sweat through the air. Jaune was shocked he hadn’t exploded inside her yet — how could any man stand more than a minute rutting Neo’s perfect ass? — but he kept on going, surprising himself with each second he managed not to geyser-flood her guts, mashing her tits in his palms while his biceps kept her thighs pinned up high, lifting and dropping her onto his dick again and again. Jaune had done a great job of holding back so far, but now the burning sensation was too much to ignore. He growled, his jaw clenching, every muscle in his body standing out a little stiffer as he tried to resist — but ultimately, he was no match for Neo. “Hnngh--!” he groaned as he hit his limit, and let the floodgates burst open. His cock fattened, his balls clenched upwards, and his fingers sank so deep into Neo’s juicy udders that her overflowing flesh swallowed his digits entirely. Jaune growled and pulled her tightly against him, smushing her tiny body almost into a sphere — and finally, he blasted her insides with a hot jet of spunk, flooding her and filling her, making her taut belly swell around his gargantuan load. He rocked his hips even as he fired rope after rope of cream, most of the excess spurting out around the base of his cock and forming a wide puddle on the floor. Neo, her eyes rolled all the way back, could do little but sweat and shudder as Jaune gave her the cum-pumping of a lifetime. She clamped her mouth shut, but even that was pointless; spunk sprayed from her nostrils, then between her teeth, and then she simply gave up, letting Jaune’s spunk spurt from her mouth in gooey arcs. “Blueeghh…” Jaune came for a long time, releasing all the incredible, burning pressure pent up inside him. He felt like he was emptying himself of years of frustration, all the desires that Neo had carefully cultivated within him as she teased him with her awesome body. When Jaune felt like his balls were completely drained, he let Neo flop forward onto the lowest of the shelves, causing the whole structure to rattle. Her head sticking out over one end, and her legs dangling from the other, she oozed cream from her ass and her mouth in copious volumes. Jaune panted for air, watching his own seed slap and splatter on the floor. Incredible… He’d never came so much in his life — not even one tenth as much — but Neo had inspired his body to new levels of virility. It was like they were made for each other, and when they came together, they became more than the sum of their parts. “Whoa,” Jaune said at last. No other word could hope to describe what he’d just experienced. He gulped, then gave Neo’s ass a light slap, making it wobble from side to side. “You still conscious?” “Nhm.” Neo slid off the shelf and swayed on her feet. Her belly had mostly deflated by now. She adjusted her cum-slimed glasses and peered down at her ruined, drenched skirt…before tugging it down and leaving herself completely naked. Jiggling, she turned to Jaune and parked her hands on her hips, peering up at him expectantly. And Jaune…found that he wasn’t quite done yet. - GLURK, GLURK, GLURK, GLURK, GLURK~! Neo lay on the table, her head hanging off the edge, her long hair dangling almost to the floor. Her massive tits rocked up and down on her chest, and she gripped the edges of the table as tightly as she could as he pounded her throat like his life depended on it. Spittle and cum oozed in her multicoloured hair, and her eyes were similarly cum-streaked, rolling back in their sockets without blinking against the gooey flow. Her slender neck bulged and bloated around Jaune’s pounding fuckrod, swelling in and out with each powerful pump, milking a series of thoroughly depraved noises from the deepest chambers of her body. SCHLORK, GLORK, GLORK, GLUCK, GLORK~! These were probably the loudest sounds her mouth had ever produced, and Jaune listened to her ‘voice’ with wonder. “I didn’t know you had musical talent,” he commented as he pumped, realising — at the back of his mind — that he probably should have passed out with pleasure by now. Being with Neo strengthened all his resistances, making his body evolve to be the best stud he could be — and right now, being the best stud meant fucking Neo’s throat like a disposable onahole. He squelched and slapped her gullet with his massive pillar of dickmeat, breaking her glasses under his rampantly spanking balls, watching her boobs jiggle as the table rocked and creaked. He could feel another orgasm quickly approaching, threatening to overwhelm his mind, but he kept pushing onwards, determined to see this through to the end. As he got closer, Jaune leaned over Neo and grasped her hips, hoisting her upside-down on his dick! Her legs instinctively wrapped around his waist and held on tight, putting her powerful thighs to good use, holding herself in position as he slamfucked her mouth with each lift and drop of her shortstack body. Her boobs squished between her chest and his stomach, shifting and sliding on their mixed sweat, and her tongue lolled out to slide around his cockhilt, worshipping him with every ounce of her devotion. Jaune couldn’t take it anymore. Snarling, he plunged Neo down his cock and erupted into her stomach, blasting her belly with so much cum that she instantly started to inflate again. Cream sprayed from her asshole in gooey arcs, and her eyes dripped happy tears as he rutted away at her sloppy, bumpy gullet, milking his orgasm for as long as possible! Gluck…gluck…glrrch… Finally, Jaune let his cock slip from her throat, emerging soft and shiny with drool. Neo lay on the table, gasping for air between massive spurts of cum from both ends. Jaune sat beside her and rubbed her cheek in a hand. “Well, boss?” he asked weakly. “Did I…do a good job…?” Neo turned her head silently, and sucked on his fingers. “I’ll take that as a ‘yes’.~”
Title: [RWBY] 2 Cats 1 Bunny Chapter title: Pretty-Much-Nonstop-Fucking Story Description: When three Faunus girls go into heat, they track the scent of the most well-hung man in Beacon. - Champion of Venus, my lewd visual novel, is out now on Steam and Itch.io! Join Rayne for an adventure packed with the kinkiest scenes you've ever seen in a video game. Anime & Manga: RWBY Story Content: “At last, my expert deduction has led me to…here.” Neon straightened and glared at the door. A moment later, two other figures straightened alongside her, staring at her in bemusement. “You dragged us across the grounds for this?” Blake asked. “Why didn’t we look here first?” Velvet demanded. “There’s nothing like a good investigation to get you in the mood,” Neon said, wiping the sweat from her brow. “Now, then – should we let ourselves in?” The other two watched as Neon stepped forward and turned the handle. It was unlocked; she gave a delighted little noise as she stepped right through, sauntering into the dorm room without issue. Blake and Neon followed, so hot and bothered that they couldn’t even admonish Neon for her annoying habits. They just wanted to get this over with – to free themselves of these intense, dizzying feelings swirling around their bodies and minds. They wanted to rip their own clothes off and leap on something stiff and throbbing – and before they could do that, they wouldn’t be able to keep still. Going into heat was a Faunus’s curse, something humans would never understand, only poke fun at. Now, twisted up into a frenzy of lust, the three girls were united in purpose. They stood side by side, peering down at the man on the bed. “Someone lock the door,” Blake said uneasily, and heard Velvet scrape a chair across the floor to brace under the door handle. Once they were locked inside, with no possibility of disturbance, Neon stepped across the floor, bent down beside the bed, and put her lips to their prey’s blond hair. “Hey, big guy,” she murmured, too softly to wake him. “We tracked your scent across the whole Academy. You really shouldn’t nap in the middle of the day; hungry beasts might sneak up on you.~” She drew back, kneeling next to Jaune and stroking his hair softly while her butt swayed from side to side over her ankles. She looked back at Blake and winked. “Shall we?” - Jaune shifted in his slumber, disturbed by some…sensation. Slowly, it began to peel back the layers of dream, bringing him closer and closer to reality. He felt the daylight streaming through the window, the breath running over his tongue. Finally, he gave a dull groan and let his eyes open – blurry, blinking rapidly. His shoulders rolled a few times, and he scanned the room. Everything was normal, everything calm; so why did he feel…? At last, with gradual dawning horror, he looked down – at his chest and stomach, not covered by a blanket, and what laid beyond was… Three gorgeous Faunus girls, frantically sucking his cock. Velvet held her own long hair back as she went up and down on his broad fuckpillar, slurping noisily. Her right cheek bulged in and out, warping around the sheer girth of his penis, her eyes glazing over with bliss as she sated herself with deep, squelching face-thrusts. Her tongue lashed and curled around his sensitive pillar, electrifying him with pleasure, while her lips – tugging in and out with every bob – oozed bubbly drool down his member. She squatted beside the bed, dressed in nothing but her bra and panties, her perky ass jutting out behind her and one free fist clenched by her hip, deep in slutty concentration. Further down than Velvet, at the foot of the bed, Neon and Blake knelt with their faces buried in his balls. Jaune realised they must have dragged him some way down the bed, his legs hanging over the edge and spread to either side of the two girls, each one clutching a thigh in the crook of an arm while they slurped loudly and proudly on his giant, churning nuts. They sucked hard enough to create a vacuum-seal, stretching their lips out in depraved chutes as they drank the sweat off his nuts – their faces contorted into crazed ahegaos! “What…” Jaune muttered, rubbing at his eyes and blinking the blur away. “Whh…?” He couldn’t speak properly – not because he’d just emerged from a deep sleep, but because he’d awakened to this, the most bizarre and beautiful sight he’d ever laid eyes upon. Was he still dreaming? Maybe this was just another layer of his subconscious, and he’d embarrass himself by waking up with a massive boner in front of his teammates? He let out a moan as Velvet’s soggy mouth sent a bolt of pleasure searing through him, making him arch his back and clench his pelvis. No – this was real, and he was getting his cock sucked by three beautiful women. When they noticed him squirming, the Faunus girls looked up – and met his gaze. He half-expected them to pull away, but only Neon did; the other two went back to slurping, Blake stuffing a massive testicle into her mouth and gurgling with bulged-out cheeks, while Velvet sank even deeper than before, baking Jaune’s cock in her molten maw. Neon chuckled, holding her friends by the hair, one in each hand, as she peered cruelly at Jaune. “It took you a while to wake up,” she said. “Were you too busy with that Pyrrha girl last night?” Jaune groaned softly. He’d been training with Pyrrha for long hours; lucky him that there were no lectures today, or else he would have fallen asleep in front of a hundred people. “This is…insane…” “Yeah? Get used to it, bud, because we’re gonna be here until we’re good and satisfied.” Neon licked her lips. “Nice cock, by the way.” “Ungh…thank you…?” Neon buried her face in his nuts again, opening wide and slurping up the enormous, bloated testicle Blake had left alone. Suddenly his entire package was soaked between three women’s mouths, suckled and slurped with big, powerful strokes by Velvet, while Neon and Blake rolled their slick, agile tongues all over his huge, sensitive globes. He arched his back and let out a loud, longing moan, folding his arms behind his head as he pushed his hips up against them. They guzzled his cock and balls even more frantically, encouraged by his thrashing; Velvet dug her fingers into his hips and pushed herself down, glurking and gagging as that enormous, girthy slab of meat sank deeper into her slippery gullet. Jaune couldn’t stop letting off noises of pure bliss, his eyes widening and teeth clenching as Velvet gulped her way down every last inch of his titanic cock. Her drooling lips pressed closer and closer to his hilt, her tits grinding against his side as she hurked and glrrged, her eyes rolling back in her head. She couldn’t handle that colossal cock for long – no girl could even hope to – but somehow, her state of heat allowed her to push beyond her limits, and bulge her slender neck around Jaune’s horrendously huge cock until her lips tickled his hilt! Jaune growled in amazement, squeezing the mattress beneath him and squirming as the slutty Faunus caused pressure to build in his pelvis a bright and burning pleasure that crept down his cock and filled him up with a molten-honey sensation, getting so close to orgasm that it felt like torture. “Hnngh…ffuah…” he moaned in absolute ecstasy, even as he shook his head in torment. “Too much…!” His pitiful pleas for mercy went unnoticed – or ignored – by the ravenous cocksuckers, who just went on slurping his dong with a fury he’d never thought them capable of. Once Velvet got used to the feeling of her own throat gaped out around a monstrous dick, she started to thrust her face down his meat again and again, spurting spittle from her spread lips and her nostrils each time she surged forward. “Glrk! Blrgh!” Her eyes rolled even further back in her head, blurring to a sultry glaze as she sank into a cocksucking frenzy, slurping and gulping and gurgling on Jaune’s massive schlong while he thrashed and convulsed beneath her. It was long she didn’t even see Jaune – just his cock, his massive, fat, throbbing, tasty— Jaune finally gave up. His floodgates burst open, and his lips pulled back from his teeth. He arched his hips up into the air and gripped the mattress with all his might, plunging his dick as deep into Velvet’s throat as he could. He was losing his mind, feeling it melt away amidst the intense, boiling sensations of the three girls’ mouths. “Unng--!” he cried, then shuddered and bucked once more – as he reached a vicious, burning orgasm. “Ahhhn!” He exploded down Velvet’s gullet, blasting her stomach with hot jets of cream, one after another, sloshing and slopping into her core. The other girls looked on in envy as Velvet gulped down all the cream – especially egregious to the hungry cats slurping on his balls. Velvet just kept gulping, showing no intention of pulling back and sharing the load – keeping her lips pinned to his hilt, worming and squirming, her neck working in thirsty clenches again and again. She massaged his thighs, her big bunny ears drooping as she gazed up at him with narrowed, smoky eyes. She was loving every second of this – and when Jaune’s cock finally stopped pulsing around humongous surges of cum, she held herself down there for another minute, her schmucking suckles looking more like kisses delivered to the base of his dick. She pulled back slowly, inch by slimy inch, stretching a layer of leftover splooge up his shaft – until her lips popped away from his cockhead, her tongue rolling out to give a single, loving lick across his broad, red glans, before withdrawing and swallowing once again. That display had removed any chance of Jaune going soft. He trembled softly, groaning toward the ceiling, still painfully erect and dripping, his heavy, ripe apple-sized balls pulsing and stirring, coaxing themselves back to life. “Oh…damn…” “Out of the way, greedy!” Neon said, clambering up onto the bed at the same time as Blake – and together, they kissed, licked, and suckled their way up and down his massive dick, slurping noisily along every last inch. They didn’t try to take his shaft in their mouths, but cleaned him thoroughly with their soft tongues, groaning as they slurped up what little cream Velvet had left clinging to his member. “Auuhn…” Neon reached down to rub herself as she worked, her cat ears lying flat on her head – the same as Blake’s. The two catgirls peered up at Jaune with love and lust, letting him know how much they appreciated him and his colossal cock – while they did their best to get his balls churning up another monstrous load for them. Jaune, trembling, reached down to pinch Blake’s cheek. Her yellow eyes narrowed in annoyance, but that didn’t stop her from continuing her slow, gooey licks up and down his shaft, groaning and gurgling as she smushed her lips to his throbbing mega-meat. Jaune kept squirming, rolling his hips as he sprawled on his back, globs of precum oozing from his tip and down onto the girls’ waiting tongues. Watching their mouths at work made him just as horny as he’d been before he’d blown a giant load. He panted for air, his chest heaving as he glowered down at the gorgeous women layering their affection onto his massive member…only now, he was all lubed up, and ready for the next round. But this time, Jaune wanted to be in control. Those girls were like putty at the moment, so pliable they’d do anything if it meant getting off. Jaune groaned and bit his inner cheek, sitting up at last. They’d even stripped him while he was sleeping, leaving him completely naked. “Line up,” he grunted. “And take off your bras.” They looked at each other, eyes glittering…then moved to obey. - Once they were lined up side by side, all on their knees, Jaune stood beside them and held his cock up high, jerking it in a fist as they peered hungrily at it. They reached back to unhook their bras, letting them spring away from their perky tits one by one. Blake was the biggest, her fat boobs jiggling as they spilled free, so attractive to the eye that Jaune couldn’t help but let out a rumbling groan of pleasure as a fat spurt of precum leapt from his cock, splattering down across all three of the Faunus girls’ chests. At last, Jaune released his monstercock – and watched it smack down on top of all three pairs of sits, so long it splayed across them like a jumbo sausage. The three girls looked down in burning desire, reaching between their thighs to rub pervertedly at their own pussies. Jaune rocked his hips back and forth, back and forth…feeling their smooth tits run against his urethral ridge…but his attention wasn’t on their chests. Instead, he looked at their ears. Their big cat and bunny ears, pricked up high, standing to attention. Blake was closest, so he rubbed her ears gently, scratching behind them with his fingertips. He was surprised to see her blush a bright shade of red, disturbed and enervated by the petting. Was she really that sensitive? Jaune reached past her, to Velvet, and gave her big bunny ear a squeeze. She gasped and shivered. Well, that answered that question, he thought with a grin. “I’ve never seen you like this before,” he said. “Does this happen every year? How do you cope?” “Mmmhn…” Blake gnashed her bottom lip. “Big dildos, usually…” “…But this time, you needed a big, fat dick inside you, is that right?” Jaune rubbed behind her ears as he spoke, drawing back so his cock slid along the tops of the three girls’ tits…until he hoisted it up, and pressed his glans against Blake’s right ear. She tensed up, her yellow eyes going wide as she felt his tip smushing into her earhole. Wait – was he really going to--? She reached up to grasp and squeeze his cock, grinning frantically up at him, not really believing he was about to— SCHLUORP! “HooOOOHHHNnnn~!” Blake’s eyes jolted up and back as Jaune RAMMED his hips and plunged his cock into her ear – straight through her head! His cockhead burst from the opposite ear, slinging a fat rope of precum that landed on Velvet’s shoulder and made her squeak in shock. Blake’s mouth dropped open, her tongue flopping out and her shoulders cranking back as she howled in blissful devastation. Jaune’s cock was squished through her fucking brain, electrifying her senses, making her feel like every cell in her body was cumming! She spasmed and whimpered as he pushed forwards, grasping Velvet’s head to pry his cockhead against her bunny ear. Velvet was whimpering, sweating in fear as Jaune grinned, braced himself…and pumped forwards, jamming his monstrous fuckrod even further! SCHPLORP~! Again, his dick lurched forwards, impaling her head and popping out the opposite ear as his balls swung closer to Blake’s jaw. Now both girls were gargling and grunting, going cross-eyed in orgasm, squirting around their plunging fingers as he settled into the rhythm of thrusting through their heads. Schplrp, schpluorp, squelch… He clutched both their hair in his fists, pulling them towards him as he rutted, forcing his dick even further through them with each and every pump. Whenever his cockhead nuzzled against Neon’s ear, she clenched her teeth and groaned, peering at the two girls wailing in total, constant orgasm in her peripheral vision. “Fuck…” Neon hissed, thighs trembling around her hand. “Fuck, fuck…” “Ready?” Jaune asked, leaning forwards and pressing firmly against Neon’s ear. She bit down and gurgled, which made him grin. “I’ll take that as a—” “YeeEEESSSS~!” Neon screamed as Jaune rushed forwards and impaled her ears on his monstercock! At last, Blake’s right ear pressed hard against his pelvis, while his mushroom cockhead burst from Neon’s left and gleamed in the open air, slinging fat ropes of precum down her left shoulder and arm every few seconds, lurching in and out of her head as Jaune pumped his hips. Reaching for the bedside table, he grabbed his Scroll and snapped a few pictures of the three slutty Faunus, lined up side-by side, pressed so tightly together that their heads made one long tunnel for him to pump his cock through. Their eyes rolled back, blurring and dripping tears, while they went from flopping their tongues in the open air, to clenching and grinding their teeth in desperate growls as he throbbed and bucked and overwhelmed them with the most intense orgasms of their lives! There wasn’t a single moment when one or more of the moaning sluts wasn’t squirting harder than ever before, launching jets of clear girlcum halfway across the room, jerking and bucking their hips as Jaune squelched his cock back and forth through their central cortexes! Literally mindfucking three girls at once, Jaune drove himself closer and closer to the edge, panting for air, trying to hold on for as long as possible – to savour this uniquely depraved sensation. “Fuck…I’m gonna blow,” Jaune muttered as he pumped his hips, using the three beauties to jerk off hard and fast, swinging his balls into Blake’s jaw as she gibbered and whined in pleasure. They couldn’t hear him, couldn’t even perceive his existence right now; all that mattered was the white-hot pleasure blazing through their every atom. Jaune grinned. “Mmmgh… I’ll just go right ahead, then!” he cried, and threw his hips forward with all his might. His balls clenched up, giving a low yet audible burble as they prepared to— Erupt. His cock swelled inside the three girls’ heads, applying even more pressure on their delighted brains as enormous ropes of cream surged up his shaft, travelling through all three of his lovers before bursting forth from his tip like a burst dam. SPLRRRRRRT! He blasted thick salvoes of cream across the room, groaning and growling as he bucked his hips in time with each awesome surge of pleasure. He couldn’t believe this was happening, but he could no longer question the reality; this was no dream. “Gggah~!” he yelled in bliss, rising on his tiptoes and cranking back his head, all his muscles straining in a tight clench as he came like never before. He thrusted even as he pumped out geysers of semen, jerking his cock through his lovers’ heads, sinking his cockhead back into Blake’s ear and blasting out of it. Soon, cream oozed from her tear ducts and mouth as well as her big kitty ear. The girls murmured in total bliss, fists pushed up into their needy pussies, pumping away like the sluttiest whores on the planet as they desperately came around their own wrists. Finally, when Jaune had finished, he slooowly let his hips draw back…dragging his horrendously huge cockhead through Neon’s head until it popped free, and she flopped face-first to the floor. Velvet followed her moments afterwards…but just before Jaune’s dick evacuated Blake’s right ear, he stopped, holding her tightly. Her eyes twisted to one side, peering up at him pleadingly…then widening in fright as he bent forwards, grasped her head in both hands, and started to thrash his hips, fucking all the way through her head with rough, violent thrusts! SCHLORP, SCHLORP, SCHLAP, SCHLORP, CLAP~! His balls hammered against her cheek, leaving a red mark that would bruise come morning, jerking his immense cock out against the air, spurting ropes of ballslop over the prone, shivering forms of Velvet and Neon. Blake wailed in dismay, reaching up to paw at Jaune’s balls with one hand and his shaft with the other, fondling him as he fucked through her brain. “AaaAAAaaahnn~!” she screeched, cumming once again, going cross-eyed as she fired jets of slippery girlcum from her needy pussy. Jaune kept pumping away until Blake’s eyes rolled all the way back, showing only the whites. Only then, when he was riding high on waves of pleasure, did he wrench his cock out of her – withdrawing it all at once, in a soggy burst of slime. Blake teetered on her knees, and looked like she was about to fall forwards…until Jaune caught her hair and held her up. “You’re not escaping that easily,” he purred, then turned and dragged her toward the bed. - Blake gurgled and padded at Jaune’s chest as he hoisted her up by the thighs, lifting her into the air with her tits facing outwards. His cockhead prodded at her slick, pink pussy, grinding slowly and firmly against her clenching lower lips. “W-Wait…” she managed to blurt, somehow able to speak despite the devastation she’d just endured. Jaune ignored her, squeezing her thighs closer and tighter to her torso as he held her in a curled-up fuck package. Once he was good and ready, he slammed her down on his cock like an oversized pleasure doll, plunging his massive dick up through her soaking folds and stretching her wide open! Her belly bulged monstrously outwards, her tongue burst once more into the open air, and she croaked in disbelieving bliss as Jaune started to bounce her up and down, up and down on his giant cock. SCHLOP, SCHLOP, SCHLAP, CLAP, SCHLOP! His balls leapt up to beat her asscheeks and her clit, smacking her violently as his cock cored her like an apple. Jaune gripped her tightly, squishing her tits out into pancakes under his powerful arms, jiggling her asscheeks each time he beat her down on his hilt. His balls gurgled with pent-up fury, packed so full of cum despite how much he’d already blasted into her. He was so energised, so hot and furious, that he rutted into Blake without a thought for her safety, ruining her pussy for any other man. PLAP, PLAP, PLAP! Her thick ass rippled nonstop, sweat dripping from her exhausted body as she roared and gurgled in total ecstasy, her belly lurching in a maddened dance, turning pink from the incredible, pounding impacts of Jaune’s gargantuan cock. He clenched his muscles and drove at her with all his power, huffing and puffing, smacking his balls against her clit until she came yet again, spasming and squirting as her eyes lilted back. She’d never ahegao’d before today, but now the expression contorted her features quite naturally. Her breasts leapt up to her chin again and again as Jaune used her like the cocksleeve she was. “Ouuughhh~!” she howled, lips pursing and tongue poking at the brim of her mouth. She almost went blind in the midst of her overpowering orgasm, pussy clenching and relaxing nonstop around Jaune’s meat. Her toes curled high above her head, fists clenching by her sides…! Jaune dropped her onto the bed, covered her with his body, and unleashed his load inside her. SPLURRRRRRT~! He bloated her belly with huge shots of cream, blasting and pumping, grunting with each surge that rolled through him. He rocked his hips and clenched his teeth, almost flattening the slutty catgirl as she whimpered and wriggled and kicked out weakly. Totally debilitated.~ When he peeled himself up and off her, unleashing a tide of cream from her gaping pussy, Jaune wiped his brow and gave a long, happy sigh. He turned to the other girls – now getting up on their knees, still swaying in the wake of their intense earfuck – and gripped his cock tightly. “Who’s next?” - He fucked Neon doggystyle on the bed, making her whimper with each thundering slam into the back of her womb. Her eyes rolled back as he wrapped his arm around her throat and squeezed, cutting off her air supply, only letting her grunt and gurgle in response to his tip-to-hilt thrusts. Her sloppy pussy gripped him tightly, begging him to rut inside whenever he pulled out; she was so desperate for cock that she pushed her hips up with all her might, even as he drove down into her! “Fuuuuck!” Neon howled into the bedsheets, biting down hard and wrenching, like she was trying to rip the fabric to shreds. Cum drooled from her ears even now, as Jaune smacked her ass and groped her cheeks mid-fuck. Every inch of her body had fallen into complete depravity, and she loved every second of it. “Oh! Oh! Jaune--!” As Neon trailed off into choked little squeals of orgasm, Jaune glanced at Velvet. She was on her knees beside him, grinding up against his side and licking his chest as he used one hand to finger her slick little pussy. “Auhh…” she moaned into his skin, biting down and giving him hickeys, pushing her needy cunt against his fingers. She wanted everything he had to offer, but for now she had to wait until he was done rutting Neon…which wouldn’t take long, based on the way things were going. Jaune slapped Velvet’s ass to reassure her, before speeding up his thrusts into Neon – happily jiggling the catgirl’s ass as she whimpered and groaned and moaned beneath him. The sounds of sloppy slap-clapping had continued almost constantly since Jaune had woken up; his hips and thighs burned with exhaustion, but he kept driving forward all the same, his Aura flaring up and his jaw clenching tight as sweat rolled down his naked body. When he was about to cum, he cried out sharply – and squeezed Neon to him, flattening her asscheeks under his hips and squishing her pussy around his cock. “Fuck--!” Jaune roared, then grunted and exploded inside Neon, flooding her womb with the biggest load she’d ever taken. Just like Blake, her belly swelled and swelled, looking heavily pregnant by the time he started to slow down. His pumps grew more sluggish as cum poured out around his cock and drenched the bedsheets, and finally, he knelt over Neon with his cock hilted inside her, grinding slowly but firmly, not letting his hips draw back by a single inch… “Now me,” Velvet murmured into his skin, pawing at his balls. “Please…” Jaune took a deep breath, then smiled at her. He had to see this through to the end – or else what kind of man was he? - “Ah! Ah! Ah! Ahhhn~!” Velvet moaned as Jaune piledrived her pussy with his massive bunker-buster of a cock, holding her legs up beside her torso in a deep mating press. By now, he’d been thrusting for so long that he felt like he was floating on air, hammering his hips almost in a blur with what felt like little effort. He knew he’d pay for it later, when the cramps came on, but until then he was content to slamfuck Velvet into the bedsheets between her two friends. Blake and Neon sprawled to either side of the bunny girl, moaning toward the ceiling as the bed rocked and their big cum-bellies sloshed and gurgled. They were totally wasted with bliss, positively wiped out, unable to do anything but watch as Jaune hammered Velvet beyond her sanity. WHUMP, WHUMP, WHUMP, WHUMP! His hips hammered down on her own, driving her into the mattress and making the bed’s legs shake and drag on the floor. “Hnnngh…” Jaune’s teeth grinded together as he worked her pussy into a red-hot stupor, making Velvet’s cunt his. She kept trying to wrap her legs around him, but he pushed them down again, holding her knees next to her head while her toes curled in desperate little spasms of bliss. “Gonna…fuck, I’m gonna…” “C-Cum inside me!” Velvet begged, biting down on his shoulder as he slapped and clapped away. “Do it, please…!” Jaune shuddered, overwhelmed by the burning bliss of it all. He wanted to keep fucking all day, but he’d pass out if he kept going for another minute. There was no helping it; it had to cum right now, or else he’d never get to top off this little gangbang. Bracing himself, he fucked Velvet with all he had, throwing all his remaining power at her pussy – until his heat blossomed, and he blasted yet another colossal load, one red-hot spurt after another, painting Velvet’s insides. She squealed and dug her nails into his back, scraping them down his skin as he shuddered and jolted on top of her, until her belly was just as big and round as the others’. Finally, having completed his work, Jaune fell asleep – still lying on top of Velvet. - “And…there,” Jaune said, fitting the last collar on Velvet. He stepped back with his hands on his hips, grinning at the sight of the three naked Faunus kneeling before him, nervously adjusting their brand new adornments. “You look great collared,” he commented, giving Blake’s a tug. “D-Do we…have to wear these in public…?” Velvet asked nervously, and received an elbow in the ribs from Neon. “Of course we do,” she said. “Otherwise what’s the point?” Jaune laughed to himself, amused by their argument. Their state of heat had passed, but he intended to keep them as hot and addicted to his cock as he could. It wasn’t just their natural heat that had led to them pouncing on him, after all; they were born sluts, and he intended to remind them of that each and every day. “Come on,” he said. “Better get dressed. It’s almost time for class.”
Title: [RWBY] Breaking the Ciel Chapter title: In-for-Penny-In-for-Pounding Story Description: Following a long trend of stories inspired by Jlullaby pictures, I bring you this. Penny hooks her handler up with a new headset. Ciel squirms, watching through the android's eyes as she gets up to all kinds of obscenity. And then Ciel joins in. If you'd like to support me, check out my Patreon! I'm making a H-game about busty goddesses and big, fat futa cocks. Original: Inflationism Story Content: “Wh-What kind of ‘team-building exercise’ is this?” Ciel asked, sitting with her wrists tucked between her thick, dark thighs and the headset covering her eyes. “Penny, if this is a prank—” “What is a ‘prank’?” Penny asked sweetly. Ciel couldn’t see the android’s face – which was fortunate, because Penny was wearing the slyest, most devious expression imaginable. Instead Ciel was looking through Penny’s eyes: the headset fed her the android’s visual and audio data, essentially replacing two of her senses with Penny’s own. When Penny looked at her teammate, Ciel gulped and squirmed slightly, seeing herself in such a vulnerable state. “Your temperature is rising,” Penny said. “Are you unwell?” Ciel’s cheeks puffed out in a pout. “I’m fine.” “Good! Just wait right there, and I’ll be back soon.” Penny stood and tottered to the door, keeping her eyes low so Ciel couldn’t see much other than the floor. She stepped into the other room, shut the door behind her, and slowly lifted her gaze to the heaving hunk of a stud awaiting her. Jaune sat on the edge of the bed, a nervous look in his blue eyes. Penny could only imagine what Ciel was thinking right now, and the possibilities made the android blush bright red. She was going to give her handler a show. “Are you ready?” Jaune asked, rising from the edge of the bed and standing before Penny…who approached with a predatory look in her green eyes, grinning up at the towering man. She rested her small hands on his hips, leaned in close to his body, and pressed a gentle kiss on his chin. As she leaned back, her hands slid to the hem of his shirt and lifted it over his rock-solid abs, exposing his torso inch by alluring inch. Jaune seemed surprised by just how fast Penny was starting, but he didn’t resist: he lifted his arms and helped her undress him, flinging his shirt into a corner and then setting to work on his pants. Penny crouched as she tugged his belt through the loops, biting her bottom lip in excitement. This was going to be amazing, she just knew it! Back in the other room, Ciel was writhing in her chair. Wh-What the hell was Penny planning? Undoing a man’s pants…stripping him down… A-And she wanted Ciel to watch? This was going in Penny’s report for sure. She was a bad, slutty, depraved android, and severe changes had to be made, to comply with Atlesian regulations! … Ciel leaned slowly forwards, her lips parting, as Penny pulled down Jaune’s pants. Within the headset, Ciel’s eyes wavered, even as a million tiny lasers projects Penny’s vision over her own. “What…?” she mouthed in disbelief, watching Jaune’s cock slowly come free from his pants. He was…massive! Ciel found it hard to believe any cock could be that big. Was he some kind of horse Faunus? No…no, he was all human, and yet he still sported a dong as thick as Ciel’s arm, and longer than her wrist! He wasn’t even hard yet! Penny giggled sweetly as she drew his giant member into the open, resting it on both hands, weighing that huge, beautiful— Ciel took a deep breath. What was happening to her? She grasped at the helmet, trying to push it off, and was shocked to find it wouldn’t budge. “Hnng…” While Ciel was coming to understand the predicament she was in, Penny was having the time of her life. She pressed a gentle kiss on the tip of Jaune’s cock, gazing lovingly up at him for a moment before returning her stare to his meat. She stroked him with both hands, wringing her small, silky fingers up and down his shaft as he throbbed and bloated rhythmically. When she lifted his cock up high, Jaune groaned and grasped her ginger hair, grabbing onto a fluffy patch – and when she dropped it, he twitched in pleasure. Schlap! His cock whapped down on Penny’s face with a shuddering impact, slinging a fat glob of cream down her back. His shaft covered the left side of her face, obscuring most of her vision with cock. Penny gave a gargling croon and rolled out her tongue, lapping at Jaune’s sensitive shaft as he bit his lip and endured the torment. “P-Penny, what’s come over you?” he asked. “You really like being watched this much?” Penny trailed her licks up to Jaune’s tip, then pressed his cockhead deep into her mouth. Schlrrrp… She suckled hungrily, bobbing her head, pushing his glans into her squishy inner cheek while gazing down the rest of his shaft. He was just now reaching full erection, his fist-sized balls throbbing, churning up a gigantic load of yummy seed. Penny was going to milk every drop. The only question was, how? “Mmp!” She popped his cock out of her mouth and licked around her lips, smiling rosily at Jaune. She rose against him, hiking up on her tiptoes so that mega monstrosity could slide under her skirt and between her thick, plump thighs, gripped on both sides by warm walls of flesh. Penny could be as harsh or as gentle as she liked, and there was no limit to her endurance…or, as Jaune knew all too well, to her depravity. Penny slid forward until her belly touched his. She was still fully dressed, but the slick, wet feeling on the base of his cock told him she wasn’t wearing panties. Jaune grasped her asscheeks – so thick that the fabric of her dress dug between them – and mauled them in his palms, squishing and rolling those things with such hunger that Penny cried out in pain. “Ha… You’re so strong,” she purred, wriggling her hips from side to side, teasing him with the squish of her cheeks. “Jaune…could it be that you are an ‘ass man’?” Jaune was breathing heavily in the flush of his lust, thrusting between Penny’s gripping thighs. “Not my fault…you’re an ass-bot,” he grumbled, and grunted as Penny RAMMED her hips against his, throttling his dick so tight it almost hurt. Her grin spread across her face, more cruel and more seductive by the second. She was really getting off to the idea of Ciel watching through her eyes: when she reached up and knitted her hands behind Jaune’s neck, he knew exactly what she intended, and he wasn’t about to deny himself the ultimate pleasure. Grasping big handfuls of Penny thigh, Jaune lifted her legs up high, hooking them over his shoulders before guiding her ass back…back…pressing his cockhead against her tight, dripping pussylips. “Ha…!” she cried in bliss, shifting her hips around, looking down over the swells of her breasts so Ciel could see Jaune’s cock vanishing under her skirt. “Hnn…for the viewers watching at home, you’re about to watch me get speared by a humongous, throbbing cock! And for his pleasure…” Jaune gasped as Penny’s pussy started to vibrate on the tip of his dick. He stared at her in amazement. “New function?” “I installed it myself,” she told him. “Do you like it?” “Yeah…a lot.” Jaune couldn’t wait any longer. He palmed Penny’s cheeks, took a deep breath, and shoved the android slut down with all his strength. Penny eeped, her green eyes rolling back as Jaune’s monstercock PLUNGED into her, stretching her tight vibrating pussy out wide! As soon as he was lodged inside, Jaune started to pummel her at full-force, driving Penny back and forth with his powerful arms while his hips thrashed like crazy. “Nnngh!” “Fuah! Hnng—!” Penny bit her bottom lip. She wanted to squirm and writhe, but she had a job to do – a total cunt-wrecking to broadcast – so she looked down again, groaning sweetly as she watched her own belly bulge through the fabric of her dress. “Mmmngg…” Back in the other room, Ciel was in a state of distress. She sat with her thighs spread as far as they could stretch, her panties tugged to one side of her plump, hairless pussylips and two fingers schlicking away at herself. Soft moans escaped her lips, her fat tits heaving in and out in her Atlesian uniform shirt. “Hauh…hnn…” She slowly pulled her knees up, resting her heels on the edge of the chair, almost mimicking Penny’s position as she shamefully masturbated. “Fuck,” Jaune groaned as he pumped away, ramming Penny’s synthetic pussy without mercy or restraint. Penny whimpered, tears oozing down her freckled cheeks as she was fucked within an inch of her sanity. Schlap, clap, smack! His cock barreled into her several times a second, punching her cervix with such painful shocks that her mouth burst open in half-crazed wails. Her asscheeks jiggled around his digging fingers, her tits leapt in her dress, and synthetic sweat dripped to the floor as Jaune treated her like the soft, jiggling fuckdoll she was. When her tongue rolled out, Jaune pulled her up to kiss her, still thrusting into her vibrating cunthole even as they swapped spit. Penny’s eyes blurred – and so, therefore, did Ciel’s – giving herself in to the lust, the heat, the pleasure. When Jaune broke the kiss, he fucked her harder than ever before, using the android like a disposable onahole fit only to be devastated on his monstercock, CLAP CLAP SLAP SCHLAP SCHLUCK! Her pussylips tugged in and out on his girthy schlong, like she was being fisted to the elbow by a muscular brute. She howled in ecstasy even as her voice faltered and shook. Not long now: her thighs and asscheeks jiggled wildly under Jaune’s barrelling thrusts, his fist-sized nuts smacking and bounding off of her perfectly pillowy rump. Her belly bulged violently, each thrust a solid punch against the bottoms of her breasts, driving the breath from Penny’s lungs. Her clothes were getting in the way. Jaune’s powerful hands wrenched at her dress, tugging it open at the back and flinging it aside, exposing Penny’s naked body in all its plump, jiggling glory. He brought a palm down on her bare, sweat-glossed asscheeks – SCHLAP! – and held them tight once again, driving them down toward his pelvis as he pounded her with all his might. Amidst the vibration and hot, rippling squeezes of Penny’s pussy, Jaune lost control. He gave another ferocious buck, and gasped as his pleasure boiled over. He shot a jet of seed through Penny’s cervix and into the back of her womb, flooding the synthetic organ to the brim. As he pumped her with rope after rope, cream spurting out around his giant cock, Penny smirked into his chest. She was all folded up, pinned and pressed by the giant male, made into his slutty, sloppy toy… And now… “Hahhn—!” Penny seized up, toes curling somewhere behind Jaune’s neck as she hit her own, mind-melting orgasm. She clenched her teeth and went cross-eyed, cumming like a filthy whore on Jaune’s colossal dong, squirting all over his rod as it continued to rut back and forth in her cum-clogged depths. This pleasure was beyond safe levels. An unknown fluid leaked from her nose. Something was breaking inside her, but she was in too much pleasure to care what. She heard a muffled squeak from the other room… …As Ciel came too. She arched her body and threw her left arm over the backrest, sinking low in the chair as she drilled at her coffee-coloured cunt, clenching and shuddering, eyes rolling way back into her head. “Huhhnn!” By now her legs were pulled up parallel with her torso, her lower back resting on the seat so gravity could keep her thighs propped up. “Fuu—Fuaah…” Her body convulsed, and all of a sudden the chair spilled out from under her, sending her toppling to the floor. She sprawled onto her back and panted, staring at the ceiling, still massaging her poor, exhausted pussy while her plump breasts rose and fell in her shirt. She watched through Penny’s eyes as Jaune pulled slowly out of her, wrenching that giant, cum-drenched cock from her gripping pussy until it dropped heavily, sparkling amidst a sudden downpour of seed. Penny’s cunt oozed hot cum as Jaune set her down on her feet, pet her head, and kissed her. As one, they turned to the door…and a moment later, they were looking down at Ciel, watching her even as she watched herself. Her blush deepened when she saw how slutty she looked, exhausted and panting in a puddle of her own sweat and cum. “What a lewd bitch,” Penny crooned. Ciel had never heard such rude words pass the android’s lips. “I guess she couldn’t control herself,” said Jaune. Ciel watched Penny rest her hand on his drizzling, dripping cock and guide him slowly forwards. Ropes of cum dangled from his tip, drooping until they snapped and splattered on the floor, closer and closer to her head… Ciel bit her lip, and then opened wide, rolling her tongue down to her chin, a plea, an invitation. Penny seemed to consider it, wringing Jaune’s half-flaccid member up and down, causing it to spurt thick shots of leftover seed. One gushed as far as Ciel’s right cheek, and she turned her head desperately, hoping to catch the next…but Penny had other plans. “You want this thing?” Penny asked, crouching next to Ciel, laying a hand on her chin. Ciel gulped. This close, she could see every detail of her heaving chest, her own lips pursing with lust as she nodded. Only her eyes and ears were invisible, locked inside the headset, as Penny slowly pushed her head back… Just then, Jaune’s cock entered from stage right, the fist-sized glans hovering in front of Ciel’s mouth. The Atlesian girl gasped in fright, her midsection lifting slightly off the floor…but as she settled down, she opened her mouth wide, flopping out her tongue once more to timidly lap at Jaune’s tip. She could taste it now, hot and salty, his throbbing meat primed to enter her body. Ciel gargled when he spurted a wad of cream over her tonsils, filling her mouth with splooge. Penny laughed and pressed Ciel’s mouth shut, holding her jaw until she obediently swallowed – and watched her own neck clench around the yummy, overpowering sperm. “Mmng…” Penny released her, letting her open wide for Jaune’s cock again. He dragged his cockhead against her silky lips and tongue, enjoying the soft sensation, letting her taste him as much as she liked…until Penny pushed Jaune back by his abs, refusing Penny the pleasure she so desperately desired. “Beg for it,” Penny whispered into Ciel’s ear, making her freeze. Ciel looked panicked for a moment, but then she took a deep breath and said, “Y-You’re being serious?” Penny sat beside her gorgeous handler, idly groping her chest, fondling Ciel’s big, fat tits through her uniform top. “I am serious,” she said. “Beg.” Ciel gazed at Jaune’s cockhead through Penny’s eyes, whimpering as that thick, pink glans throbbed just out of reach. Finally she gulped, and spluttered, “P-Please…Jaune…fuck my throat.” “That’s all you needed to say,” Penny said, and released her. Jaune pressed a hand on Ciel’s neck and leaned over her, angling his dick with her gullet. When he rammed her throat, Ciel’s neck bulged to twice its original size, stretching out and straining with a sloppy GULGGKH! Drool spurted from her lips and nostrils as Jaune plunged balls-deep, driving every last inch of his monstercock into Ciel’s virgin gullet. She choked and thrashed beneath him, clawing at the floor and clutching Penny’s thigh for support as her shirt buttons popped one by one, freeing her plump, brown tits to jiggle wildly under Jaune’s thrusts. Jaune pounded her face with no regard for her safety, smashing his pelvis into her jaw and spanking his balls on her visor, overpowering Ciel with the taste of his cum-soaked dick. GLURRKH GLUK GLUK SCHGLOK! Penny leaned on Ciel’s back, reaching around to grab and fondle her tits as the poor slut gagged and spluttered on a throatful of dick. Ciel’s neck continued to dance around Jaune’s girthy fuckrod while Penny leaned in close, kissing her ear, whispering lewd depravities that no one got to hear but her. “We’re going to use you all night,” Penny purred. “In every single way.” As she spoke, she slipped a hand down Ciel’s belly and into her panties, stroking her soft pussylips. “This is just the beginning.” Suddenly, Jaune arched his back and growled in orgasm. Ciel felt his dick throb, the underside bulging along the roof of her throat as a hot tide of cum surged through his monstercock – before finally erupting into her stomach. Ciel clamped an arm across her tight belly as heat filled her, gloopy cum blasting against the pit of her gut. He pumped her full and then some: Ciel felt her tummy start to grow around his load, rounding out into a taut, plump swell by the time he stopped hosing inside her. Jaune kept rocking his hips even as he came, groaning softly, leaning over to kiss Penny before glowering down at the bitch gagging weakly on his dick. She was barely conscious, her arms lying limp by her sides, her belly bloated in her dress. She shuddered and twitched when Jaune pulled slowly out of her, withdrawing his giant fuckrod inch by dripping inch. “Glrruk…hurk…” Ciel coughed pitifully around Jaune’s receding cock – and when he finally vacated her maw, she retched. Before she could puke up Jaune’s massive load, Penny clapped a palm over her mouth, blocking the way. Ciel’s eyes widened as her cheeks bulged with giant globs of cum, gurgling and straining, fighting the intense pressure inside her own body. “Careful,” Penny said sweetly, resting her chin atop Ciel’s head. “You don’t want to waste all that spunk, do you?” With nowhere else for Jaune’s seed to go, Ciel was forced to swallow it down, gulping and hiccupping into Penny’s palm. Penny crooned as she watched the pathetic attempts to swallow – until Ciel worked up enough strength to force that giant lump down her neck, bulging it slightly around the sheer volume of cum she was gulping down. Finally, Penny released Ciel, strings of gooey cum stretching between her hand and her handler’s lips as the exhausted slut panted for air. Her pink tongue flopped out, oozing jizz down its glistening bridge…until Penny gently turned her head and leaned in to kiss her, swirling her long synthetic tongue inside, slurping Jaune’s cum out of Ciel’s mouth. When Penny finally drew back, she sighed happily. “Yummy!” Jaune grunted, stroking his soggy fuckrod in his fist as he gazed down at the two women. He was already getting hard again, and there was no doubt in his mind that he’d be hammering these whores all night long. - Ciel whimpered into her pillow, eyes rolling back in her skull as Jaune pounded her from behind. Her thick asscheeks jiggled under his ramming hips, and juices splattered from her cunt each time that gargantuan cock bottomed out in her. He was fucking her senseless, grasping her slender waist and crashing into her with all his power. Ciel’s panties had been tugged down and wrapped around her head, pulled into her mouth like a gag while the headset continued to beam Penny’s vision into her brain. Ciel watched herself getting fucked like in a porn video, saw Jaune mauling her with his hands, his giant dick SCHLOPPing and CLOPPing in and out of her cunt. “Hnngh!” She had no choice but to huff the scent of her own soaked panties: she was nothing more than Jaune’s lewd, wobbly fucktoy, and as she came again on his clobbering dong, she squeaked with absolute bliss. “M-More!” Penny stepped a little closer, resting a hand atop Ciel’s head, feeling just how hot she had become. “Good girl,” the android said. “But you need to ask nicely.” “P-Please!” Ciel gasped through her panty-gag. “I want…I need…nngh!?” She canted her head and squeezed her eyes tightly shut as Jaune SLAPPED her fat ass, making her bubblebutt bound. “Ha…haah…!” Penny squatted before the bed, popping her own thick ass out as she cupped Ciel’s cheeks in her hands. “Mmn… We are going to make you our slave. A juicy piece of meat for us to fuck and toy with. Isn’t that right, Jaune?” Jaune could only groan with lust, eager to keep going. He stared at Penny’s jiggling ass, the view igniting his desires once more. Penny let go of Ciel and walked around her, straddling the pillow with her handler’s cute face trapped between her thighs. Ciel could see her own face framed between the pale, freckled walls, her cheeks squished inwards, tears dribbling down her flushed features as Penny got comfortable. That pink, glistening android-cunt was centimetres from Ciel’s mouth, still oozing Jaune’s cum from before. Penny’s hands wrapped in Ciel’s hair – and before she could protest, the android pressed her forwards, filling her mouth with cum-packed pussy. Ciel gargled on splooge, then started to eat Penny out obediently, scooping up splooge with her tongue. Penny threw her head back, moaning with joy, keeping Ciel pinned between her super-soft, super-warm thighs. “Mmnh!” Jaune gripped Ciel’s own thighs and drove himself harder against her, grunting each time his pelvis connected with her obscene asscheeks. Slap, smack, schlap! Sweat flew off of Ciel’s rump as he pounded her into oblivion, pushing his own limits in an effort to leave her a sloppy, twitching mess. Even as he heaved and groaned in pleasure, he caught Penny watching him with intense, burning lust, her green eyes narrowed to slits as she held Ciel’s face deep in her groin, forcing the delirious slut to slurp and slobber on her synthetic pussy. “Jaune,” Penny crooned, her tone almost a song. “I hope you do not run out of steam. You still need to finish me off.” Jaune clenched his jaw and focused on railing Penny, enticed by Penny’s smoky glare. No matter how much he pummelled her holes, he was always ready to fuck again within seconds. Ciel, for her part, spluttered on Penny’s cunt. She guzzled cum by the mouthful, leaking the thick stuff down her chin in heavy dollops even as she tried to swallow it all down. “Ghrk…hrrgk…” Her neck rippled with frantic gulps, starting to ache from the sheer motor activity of swallowing so much jizz. Her belly felt fuller than it ever had before, gurgling with so much hot spunk that her midriff sported a pregnant pout. She was becoming addicted to this feeling – pounded from behind while choking on Penny’s pussy, and watching herself do it. She looked so slutty, her face strained and red beneath her visor, her cap sitting lopsided on top. Penny grabbed her cap and placed it on her own head, chuckling at the devastation of her usually stiff and formal handler. She squeezed Ciel’s face tighter between her thighs, scrunching her cute features into such a tight space that she looked almost like a fish gulping for air. Ciel plunged her tongue through Penny’s folds and sucked down the android’s juices, swallowing Penny’s cum just as much as she swallowed Jaunes. Plap, slap, clap! Jaune’s balls continued to bat off of her thighs, driving her crazy with the piston-like intensity of his thrusts. She’d never even had sex before, and yet here she was, taking a two foot cock in her cunt like a professional whore. She squealed into Penny’s pussy as Jaune launched a salvo of extra-hard SCHLAPS against her cunt, making her plump pussylips wobble and squish under his lurching pelvis while squishing her asscheeks under his abs. He lifted Ciel towards his hips, hooking a muscular arm under her stomach and leaning over her, bringing his eyes close to Penny’s chest as he drilled the android’s handler stupid. Ciel was glad she couldn’t see her own eyes, rolled back in a depraved ahegao, streaming tears down her dark red cheeks. In fact, she could no longer see much of her face on account of Penny’s thighs and pussy: all she could see was her sweat-slick hair, her brow folded in distress, and her nose poking over the top of the android’s clit. “Mmmrghhf!” “Good girl, good girl,” Penny soothed her, petting her hair, not releasing her thighs’ grip by even a little bit. She rocked her hips back and forth, riding Ciel’s face with rhythmic ripples of her synthetic core muscles, enjoying her handler’s total entrapment. Ciel could do nothing but slurp on her mistress’s cunt, beholden to the android’s desires. SCHLAP! CLAP! CLAP! CLAP--! Jaune clenched his teeth and gave a guttural moan as he exploded inside Ciel, washing her womb with thick jets of seed. Ciel tensed up, shoulderblades arching under her smooth, glossy skin as she felt the stud breed her, fertilising her eggs with his hot, hyper-potent sperm. Each gloosh of cum made her shudder in ecstasy, hitting her own orgasm around the fourth of fifth spurt. As she clenched around his cock, Jaune lifted a hand up high and smacked her ass again, making her perfect bubblebutt wobble between his abs and her tailbone. “Fuck,” he gasped, overwhelmed by the pleasure of cumming inside Ciel’s tight, virgin pussy. “Haah…I probably should’ve pulled out…” “Why is that?” Penny purred, stroking Ciel’s hair as Jaune settled down behind her. Ciel whimpered into Penny’s cunt, still licking her tender folds in soft, docile circles. When Penny pinched her cheek, Ciel plunged her tongue deep into her mistress, kissing and sucking, popping her lips off of those drenched, pink lips again and again. Penny sank back against the headboard, huffing and puffing, her naked breasts heaving against the air as Ciel feasted on pussy. “Mmhn…haah… I think this slut…deserves as many loads inside her as she wants!” Suddenly, Penny was whining with bliss, her teeth champing tightly together, green eyes rolling back in her head as she came into Ciel’s mouth. Ciel formed a tight vacuum with her lips, slurping hungrily on Penny’s twitching, squirting cunt, pleasing her mistress with clumsy yet passionate rolls of her tongue. Penny’s belly tensed and tightened against Ciel’s visor, her breasts and ribs puffing in and out with sharp, shaky gasps. Penny’s toes curled in delight as she squeezed Ciel’s hair in both hands, a low groan rising from her throat… PLUAH! Penny suddenly yanked Ciel away from her cunt, breaking the vacuum-seal between those sweet, sucking lips and her pink vulva. Grappling Ciel’s hair, she lifted the slut up to her knees and pressed in hard kissing her with tongue. Ciel responded wonderfully, lashing and rolling her slick, agile muscle around Penny’s mouth. When Penny pulled back, Ciel saw her own parted lips gasping for air, strands of drool forming bridges between their mouths. “Ha…haah…Penny…” Jaune chose that moment to pull out. Schlurrrrp. His giant cock emerged from her pussylips, leaving it gaping and twitching, oozing semen in huge dollops across the bedsheets. Ciel reached back and hooked two fingers into her aching pussy, tugging on it pathetically, licking around her lips to gather up Penny’s drool… “It looks like you wish to say something,” Penny said, and cupped Ciel’s chin in a hand, pinching her cheeks between slender, pale fingers. “What is it?” “Please…break my slutty pussy!” Ciel bit her bottom lip and shivered, finally admitting to her deepest desires. She wanted to be hammered more, driven into a state of higher and higher ecstasy by Jaune and his massive cock – by Penny and her perfect pussy. In this moment, nothing else mattered to Ciel. Penny hummed, considering. At last, she grasped Ciel’s shoulders, kissed her lips again, and drew back with a smile on her face. “Well, since you asked so nicely…” - “Ah! Ah! Ahn!” Ciel gasped as Jaune’s cock thundered in and out of her – only this time, she wasn’t alone. She sprawled on her side, one leg hiked up over Jaune’s shoulder…while Penny’s was hooked over the other. The two girls faced each other, pale breasts squished against coffee-coloured ones, mouths panting together as Jaune alternated between their soaking-wet pussies. He pounded them with a fury neither of them had ever experienced, out of his mind with lust. “H-He gets like this sometimes,” Penny moaned against Ciel’s cheek, nibbling along her handler’s bottom lip before continuing. “When I push him too far…he just snaps.” “Mmngh…mmghhh…” Ciel was beyond words right now, unable to so much as conjure breath to speak. She rocked back and forth under Jaune’s powerful thrusts, whimpering for more whenever his cock left her – pumping Penny’s pussy for a few blissful seconds – only to squeal with joy when he entered her again. “My only regret…is that he only has one cock!” Penny caressed Ciel’s tits with her hands, letting the sloppy slut see her own boobs being groped, fondled, rolled under Penny’s fingers and thumbs. When Penny stooped to kiss them, Ciel clenched her fists in the android’s hair, murmuring sweet nothings as Penny’s lips and tongue caressed her brown nipples, teased them with tender flicks and slurps. Even in the depths of bliss, Penny maintained a level of control Ciel couldn’t even hope to achieve. And then Penny started to vibrate again. Not only her pussy, but her fingers, too: she slid them down Ciel’s body, letting the sweaty slut feel the vibrators roll down her waist and hips, then over the horizons of her thick thighs, inwards, toward her roughfucked pussy. Jaune’s cock was ploughing in and out of her cunt when Penny’s fingertips graced her clit, vibrating so intensely that Ciel pursed her lips, tipped back her head, and came hard. “Hnnaaahhhh!” she wailed in shocked pleasure, trembling from head to toe, drool trickling down her chin as Penny filled her with electric ecstasy. Jaune grunted and pounded her even harder, spurred on by her frantic shouts, intent on seeing just where her limits lay. And if anyone could push limits, it was Jaune. He clobbered her womb without mercy, bulging her belly against Penny’s, and then bulging Penny’s against Ciel’s, in an obscene dance of overpowering sexuality. He caught Penny’s eye, saw her wink and lick her lips, then watched her lock mouths with Penny, kissing her hard. Their tongues flickered and rolled against each other, lovingly making out as they worked together to take Jaune’s monsterdick. SCHLAP! CLAP! SMACK! Juices flew from their cunts as Jaune hammered home, balls-deep, again and again and again--! Penny sensed Jaune’s orgasm approaching. She was wise in the ways of his body, and locked eyes with him even as she swapped spit with Ciel. Still grinding two vibrating fingers on the poor slut’s clit, she nodded slowly at Jaune, who grimaced, seized Ciel’s thighs, and shoved her onto her back. In an instant she was pinned in a mating press, legs hauled up adjacent to her torso, her coffee-coloured cunt split wide open on his throbbing monstercock. He ploughed into her with frantic sawing motions, grunting and gasping for air, his powerful chest heaving as he drilled deep into the core of her body. Her belly bulged almost to her chest each time he bucked forwards, knocking her breasts around in wild wobbles while she wailed and moaned in bliss. Penny lay beside her, sprawling on her side with one hand supporting her head, the other trailing up and down Ciel’s beautiful torso. She squeezed her handler’s tummy, watching the bulge thrust through her fingers, jerking Jaune off inside her… Jaune, in his frenzy, forgot about Penny entirely: he held Ciel’s calves over her head, growling as he bucked into her, driving sweat and cum and her own slick nectar off of her asscheeks in halos of splattering vapor. “Ungh!” Ciel grunted in throes of bliss, cumming again, squirting high in the air. “Huaah--!” Jaune took that for the cue it was. He lunged forwards, bottoming out in Ciel’s soaking, slippery cunt, lodging that massive bulge all the way up to her sternum – and erupted a massive load of hot, creamy splooge. Ciel’s belly bloated around his load, swelling under Penny’s hand. The android gasped as she watched her handler inflated on more cum than any human girl should be able to take: her belly grew taut and round, and Penny could only imagine how much seed was churning inside her, straining her walls, making her feel… …Incredible. Ciel watched herself as Penny watched her, seeing herself pumped like a worthless cumdump. Her hands roamed across her belly, her tongue rolling from her open mouth and dangling strings of drool as she basked in the pure bliss of Jaune’s load. “Mmrgh…fuu…” Her lips pursed happily, and Penny seized the opportunity to sit on her face – pressing her head beneath those thick, doughy android cheeks. “Not bad,” Penny praised Ciel. “For a human.” She kneaded that bloated, brown belly under her palms, massaging it as Jaune slowly pulled out. “In fact, you deserve a place in Jaune’s harem.” “Harem!?” Jaune asked, then gasped as Ciel’s gripping pussy finally released his dick. His cock sprang free, and her gaping womanhood immediately began to hose a pressure-spray of white sludge between Jaune’s knees, soaking the sheets even more than they already were. Jaune gazed down at her in amazement while Penny rocked her hips in circles, grinding her perfect bubblebutt over Ciel’s moaning face. “Who said anything…about a harem…?” “I did, silly.” Penny settled back, engulfing the front half of Ciel’s head in asscheeks. “Think about it. Don’t you want every girl in this academy clamouring for your cock?” “I…uh…” Jaune’s dick throbbed at the suggestion, giving Penny the answer she so clearly wanted. She giggled and licked her lips, then extended both hands to him. “Then it’s settled. Ciel gets to join your harem, and I get to choose your next victim. How does that sound?” “It sounds…” Jaune sighed and grasped her hands, squeezing them tight. His cock was rock-hard again, standing up huge and proud, and Penny obviously had plans for it. He flipped her onto her back and mounted her in a flurry of motion, hands pressing the sheets beside her head. He kissed her… …And Ciel whimpered, watching Penny’s belly start to bulge through the android’s own eyes. She gathered up her strength and dragged herself close to Penny’s side, resting her chin on a pale thigh and whimpering as flecks of cum flew across her face. Ciel’s head was filled with thoughts of ruination, of all the things Jaune and Penny would do to her in future. She reached down and started to masturbate, knowing she was now devoted to her master and mistress, body and soul…
Title: [RWBY] Cardin's Harem Chapter title: Regret-to-Bliss Story Description: Waking up in an unfamiliar hotel room, Yang, Blake, and Pyrrha are shocked to learn they spent the previous night being pounded by Cardin Winchester. - Champion of Venus, my lewd visual novel, is out now on Steam and Itch.io! Join Rayne for an adventure packed with the kinkiest scenes you've ever seen in a video game. Anime & Manga: RWBY Story Content: Yang awoke groggily, wincing and pushing a hand through her long golden locks as she peeled herself off of the floor. Where…? She heard voices nearby, all groaning and confused. She blinked away the blur to see Blake and Pyrrha nearby, all naked, slowly stirring at the same time as her. They met each other’s eyes, bewildered…but then they noticed something else. Blake made the first noise of pain, reaching back to touch her asshole. “Agh--!” She clenched her teeth bitterly and shuddered. “What the hell, why’s my butt hurt so--?” Yang felt it, too – and not just in her ass, but all her holes. Even her jaw was sore. As tough and durable as her athletic body was, she felt like she’d run a marathon with how bone-weary all her limbs felt. Just what had she been doing last night? Even more distressing, her belly felt full – like, way full. When she ran a hand over it, she felt a slight swell beneath her palm, as though she’d swallowed a gallon of water all in one sitting. For some reason, her pussy burned at the sensation, aching with the force of a thousand suns, making her gasp and mewl pathetically. One by one, the girls picked themselves up. They were in a hotel room, and a cheap one at that. There was a massive king-sized bed, and though none of them had slept in it, the covers were all mussed and creased. Yang started looking around for her clothes, opening the wardrobe…but then she realised her clothes were piled up in one corner of the room, crumpled. “Yang,” said Pyrrha from behind her. “You’re…dripping.” Yang looked down and cursed. Her pussy was dribbling a thick, white fluid down her thighs. She had a really bad feeling about this – especially when, suddenly, there came a sound of pipes creaking as a shower was switched off. As one, the three women turned toward the door to the en-suite bathroom, their eyes wide and hearts racing. Just who had they spent the night with? Just what had they done, that they’d woken up this sore and tired? The bathroom door opened. A man stepped out. Yang, Blake, and Pyrrha’s jaws dropped. Cardin. He smirked at them as he entered the room, a towel held loosely over his crotch. Otherwise naked, he showed no shame in displaying his muscled physique. “Hey, babes,” he growled. “It’s about time you woke up. For a moment there, I worried I’d put you all in a coma.” Yang started forward, rage flaring. No – this couldn’t be real. It was a lie, definitely – some horrid trick. Cardin watched her ball up her fists, but his gaze showed no fear. “Nice tits,” he said. Yang faltered, looking down and realising, once again, that her huge, jiggly tits were completely exposed. She covered her nipples with a toned arm, squishing back her massive bust, and covered her pussy with the other hand. That only made Cardin laugh. “Isn’t that pointless now?” he asked, stepping towards her until he loomed over her, looking down his nose at the angry blonde. “After all, I’ve fucked those tits…and your mouth…and your pussy and asshole…more times than I can count. And I did it all…with this.” He dropped his towel. Pyrrha and Blake gasped in shock, but Yang had to look down past her tits before she could process the true enormity of Cardin’s cock. Flaccid, it hung to his knee – an abominable dick that throbbed and stirred, wrapped in thick veins like some bumpy sex toy. Cardin clearly took great pleasure in showing it off; he rocked his hips to make it sway somewhat, chuckling as it filled with blood and swelled – lifting itself up, slightly, so the bridge of his shaft pressed against Yang’s bare pussy – no longer shielded by her hand. Yang panted for air, huge breasts blowing in and out against Cardin’s chest as he seemed to grow larger and larger, towering further over her, making her feel tiny in comparison. It was all psychological, but she couldn’t even raise her fists against him. “Fact of the matter is, we met at a club last night,” Cardin said, turning away from Yang and walking to the nightstand. He took out his Scroll and began tapping at the screen. “After some drinks, you sluts were practically begging me to screw you in some seedy hotel. So here we are.” “That’s…that’s a lie!” Pyrrha barked, fury written just as clearly on her features as on Yang’s. “You think we’d believe that trash?” “You don’t need to believe it. You just need…to watch.” Cardin turned the Scroll toward them. A video was playing – a disgusting porno, Yang thought at first, until she saw her own face moaning in ecstasy as she rocked back and forth under Cardin’s mating press! Yang bit her lip and stepped back, horrified and uncomfortably turned on by the sight of herself being pounded on that ridiculous cock. How had he managed to fit it inside her? It seemed impossible for anyone to take such a monstrous fuckrod, but there she was, stretching around it like a champ while her tits leapt up and down, up and down… “You like that, huh?” Cardin asked, seeing the glaze in her eyes. “Even if you don’t remember, your body sure does. You came more than ten times – and that goes for each of you.” Cackling, he put the Scroll down – and then sat on the edge of the bed. By now, his cock was fully erect, a devastating bitchbuster towering before the three girls, an affront and a temptation, making their pussies drool at the thought of being hammered again… They looked at each other, eyes blurry and dazed, lips slightly parted. When they looked back to Cardin again, it seemed their minds were made up. “Cardin, you asshole,” Yang said. - Less than a minute later, she was kneeling before him with his giant cock stuffed deep into her mouth, bulging out her right cheek as she pushed locks of hair out of her violet eyes. She rocked back and forth, bobbing her head to a hungry, slurping rhythm…while cupping her massive tits around his shaft. She pumped her udders up and down, squishing them inwards with her powerful biceps, groping along his shaft…and failing to cover even half of it. Lower down, Blake had put her own tits to work pleasuring the lower half of Cardin’s cock – and together they gave him a double-titjob, working their big, pillowy tits like the cock-cushions they were. “Not bad, bitches,” Cardin said, a cruel grin playing across his face. “See? You remember just how to make me throb.” Indeed, his cock was pulsing powerfully between their tits, and oozing fat globs of precum over Yang’s rippling tongue as she sucked him off with big, noisy slobbers. Her cheek bulged in and out, in and out…until she re-angled herself and pressed his cockhead straight up against her tonsils. His hand fell on top of her head. Normally she would have killed him for touching her hair, but even as her eyes flared from violet to crimson, she just kept sucking. He pushed her down. GLUARK--! Yang’s jaw pried wide open as Cardin forced his cock down her throat, bulging her neck and making her gag and splutter. Blake had to move aside to let Yang bend forwards, pushed further and further down that immense, unbelievable shaft. Her own tits slipped from around Cardin’s cock as she reached the halfway point, her eyes rolling back in their sockets---! Cardin stood up, looming over her and grasping her hair like reigns – as he thrashed his cock in and out of her gullet like some kind of machine! GLUCK, GLUCK, GLUCK, GLUCK, GLUCK, GLUCK! Tears spilled from Yang’s eyes as she rocked back and forth on Cardin’s cock, watching his hips recede and then eclipse her vision again and again, feeling his heavy balls smack, smack, smack against her neck! The force of his throatfuck had her tits leaping around like crazy, beating together and bouncing apart, while she reached down to finger her sloppy cunt like the cock-craving whore she was! GAK, GLUK, GLURK, HUCK, GLOK, GLARRHHKH! As Yang’s tongue was forced to droop from her wide-open mouth, Blake and Pyrrha knelt beside her and fingered themselves just as frantically, huffing and puffing as they watched Cardin’s powerful body at work – watched him drill Yang’s throat with heavy pumps, watched him buck into her so loudly that the room filled with Yang’s glarks like a sloppy symphony. Cardin braced himself, snarled…and then bottomed out, cumming hard inside Yang’s stomach! Blake watched in amazement as her girlfriend’s belly swelled around a load so powerful that it glurgggled audibly inside her, like her midriff was a half-full carton of milk sloshing its contents around. Yang shuddered and tensed, but nothing could stop the load bloating her belly. Instead she just went cross-eyed and wrung her lips around the hilt of Cardin’s cock…until he’d finished blasting her. Cardin bucked his hips and let Yang fall back, sliding off of his giant, erect cock all in one motion and spraying cum from her mouth like a fountain. Blake and Pyrrha immediately replaced her, nuzzling in close to lick and kiss the cum off of Cardin’s cock. He smirked and arched his back, pushing his hips forward. “Okay, sluts,” he growled. “Time for one of you to offer up your ass.” Rather, both of them offered their asses, turning and lifting their hips up high, pushing their thick rumps toward Cardin while panting in deep lust! Cardin grunted as he surveyed them, carefully choosing… …Pyrrha! The redhead squealed as Cardin grasped her hips and pressed his massive fuckrod into her asshole, stretching her out like crazy and bulging out her belly! She arched her back and grit her teeth, wild eyed, entering a fuck-frenzy as Cardin started to pump her. He rocked her back and forth on hands and knees, making her fat ass jiggle and leap away from his hips with each successive, balls-deep strike. Plap, plap, plap, plap, plap! “Auhhn…! Fugghhhkh…!” Pyrrha squealed through clenched teeth, unable to believe quite what she was feeling. Cardin fucked her harder and faster, bucking with all the machine-like force in his hips, each impact flinging sweat from her jiggling form as she tried and failed to brace herself against Cardin’s mighty slamfuck! “Aww…” Blake moaned at being passed over, but she sat back and kept playing with her clit as Cardin fucked Pyrrha stupid. As he drew near the climax, he leaned over Pyrrha and wrapped a muscular arm around her neck, squeezing tight to cut off her breathing, adding to her sensitivity as she squirmed and wriggled in his grip! PLAP, PLAP, CLAP, SMACK, PLAP, CLAP! He busted her asshole with brutal thrusts, one after another, punching her inner walls and making her belly dance with big cockbulges, her midriff turning pink from all the heavy thrashing! Spittle ran down Pyrrha’s chin and dripped off of it as she swung back and forth, whining and whimpering as he squeezed her neck in one arm and groped her tit with the other. As he grew close, he grasped her chin and turned her head…and kissed her deeply over her shoulder, locking open mouths with Pyrrha and tongue-plunging her mouth, scrubbing her gums with his tongue – laying claim to her with his masculine cruelty and might. And then, with a snarl, he exploded inside her – bucking forwards and refusing to lift his hips even a little as he blasted jizz into her guts like a geyser, flooding her to the brink while her eyes rolled back and her teeth slammed together. He grinned at her, then held her head and pushed her down to the floor, making sure her face scrubbed against the carpet as he flooded her guts with thick, fertile jizz! … As Cardin peeled his monstercock out from Pyrrha’s tight, gripping asshole, Blake scooted back slightly along the floor, terrified and turned on in equal measure. The big, grinning stud wasted no time. He approached her, grabbed her by the shoulders, and hoisted her up against a wall. His face loomed over hers. Blake groaned, casting her gaze over the room – at Yang, sprawling on her back and still gurgling semen from her open mouth; at Pyrrha, face down and ass up, oozing cream from her asshole like a lewd fountain…and then at Cardin again. Blake opened her mouth and rolled out her tongue. “Ahhh…” Cardin kissed her deeply, a smushing, slobbering tongue-kiss that scrubbed her gums and pinned her own tongue against the walls of her mouth again and again. He switched his grip from her shoulders to her thighs – hoisting them apart and baring her sloppy pussy to his giant, erect cock. When Blake felt his monstercock poking against her cunt, she whimpered and braced herself…but nothing could prepare her for a dick like that. THWOP! Cardin entered her, bulging her belly and making her scream. Blake thrashed and kicked in his grip even as she squealed in absolute bliss, eyes rolling up and back in their sockets, tits leaping— And Cardin started to fuck her for real, hammering her with mechanical thrusts, stirring up her hopelessly stretched pussy and womb as he pushed that belly-bulge all the way up to her chest! Dragging his lips away from hers he growled, “Ready to get fucking pregnant?” Blake found herself nodding, too mind-fuddled to feel anything but pleasure at the prospect. She wailed as he hammered her harder and faster, drilling her womb without a shred of remorse, until – at last, he arched his back, flexed his muscles, and shouted in pleasure! He exploded inside her, and Blake nearly passed out as she came too, feeling all that hot, fertile jizz surge into her womb and impregnate her for sure! Her belly swelled and swelled, to the point that she looked pregnant already, as she twitched in Cardin’s arms – held off the floor by the massive brute! Her vision whited out. Her whole body trembled. Bliss… She gave in totally to her new lover. - Months later… The four lovers returned to the hotel room where it all started. Cardin had barely gotten through the door before Yang pushed him from behind. He ended up sprawling on the bed, turning onto his back just in time for Yang to straddle his waist. “Ready to pound us like before?” she asked, wild-eyed, already shoving a huge tit toward his mouth. Her boobs had grown bigger in the past few months. They all had, along with their burgeoning, pregnant bellies. Cardin growled before wrapping his lips around Yang’s tit, pinching her nipple between his teeth and suckling on her sweet dairy…while groping her fat fuckin’ asscheeks tightly, ensuring she’d be wearing red handprints on her cheeks for a while. “Dirty slut,” he said, then lifted her hips and entered her with a firm thrust. Yang squealed out loud, her tongue dropping over her gaping lips as she howled and moaned and swung her hips on top of him – riding her lover with all her strength! Bucking, grinding, thrashing together… Cardin rolled her over so he was on top, and turned her onto her side – lifting her right leg up to her shoulder as he clobbered her cunt hungrily. Yang panted for precious air, clinging to the bedsheets and whimpering, gasping, moaning in bliss, her eyes rolling further back---! Cardin came inside her, wasting no time getting the party started. He pulled out and jerked his dick, dousing her sexy body in thick ropes of cream, one after another. Already Blake was on hands and knees, mouth wide, offering herself to him – and so, before he’d even finished cumming, he RAMMED his cock down her throat and squeezed her hair in both hands as he recklessly hammered her gullet! SCHLORK, GLORK, GLORK, SCHLORK, GLORK! Blake’s eyes lolled back, her tongue drooping and waggling, taking the impacts of his balls. Her tits squished beneath her, asscheeks jiggling behind as Cardin pounded her face faster and faster, demolishing her throat with truly savage thrusts. He reached out to smack her wobbling asscheeks, grinning wide in triumph as another orgasm approached… …and bloated her belly even further than before. SPLURRRRRRRCH! Blake could only gargle happily as she took her lover’s giant load, guzzling cum like she was born to do. Only Pyrrha remained, offering her asshole to him like she’d been trained. Cardin slapped his cock on her back and thrust back and forth for a minute before prying her asshole open with his thumbs and entering her with a SCHLAP!, starting to drill his entire cock in and out of her with each potent thrust. SCHLUK, SCHLUK, SCHLUK, SCHLUK, SCHLUK! He rocked her back and forth while pushing her head down, making sure she knew who owned her. As he drew near his limit, he let out a snarl of pure bliss…and then blasted her guts with ungodly torrents of splooge, inflating her tummy just like the others, making her whimper and squeal into the sheets! He pumped her until his balls started to ache, then pulled out with a splorch and looked at his handiwork – three sluts demolished in as many minutes. He wiped the sweat from his brow and said, “Okay, it’s Yang’s turn again. Get over here, you whore.” Yang moaned…and despite her delirious, trembling state, she offered herself to him again – crawling over to be cock-battered and broken as many times as it took to truly please her lover.
Title: [RWBY] Evil's Triumph Chapter title: Enjoying-The-Spoils Story Description: Following her victory over Team RWBY, Salem siccs her biggest, most well-endowed Grimm upon them. - Champion of Venus, my lewd visual novel, is out now on Steam and Itch.io! Join Rayne for an adventure packed with the kinkiest scenes you've ever seen in a video game. Anime & Manga: RWBY Story Content: Salem crossed her arms and cackled at the sight that lay before her. Her clenched arms pushed her bust up somewhat in her dark dress, and her full lips tugged into a cruel smirk, crimson eyes narrowing to blood-red slits as the sound of slapping, clapping, and moaning filled the air. “You see, this is how one conquers one’s enemies,” she said. “You’d do well to take notes, Cinder.” “I, ah…yes, mistress…” Cinder murmured, standing sheepishly beside the tall witch. She couldn’t believe what she was seeing. The wide chamber before them was a scene of pure depravity. Their greatest enemies – the whelps of Team RWBY – lay about the place, jerking and grunting and gasping under the oppressive thrusts of massive Grimm. They shook their head and squealed for mercy, but none was forthcoming. Cinder knew she should be laughing, but the sheer intensity of the fuckfest left her cowed – so she could only eep when Salem’s right hand slid down her back to firmly grasp her left asscheek. “What’s wrong, dear?” Salem asked, casting a look of brooding violence down at her. “Isn’t this everything you always wanted? Or perhaps…you wish to join them?” Cinder shook her head, but it was already too late – or else Salem had made her decision long before. With a casual shove, Salem sent Cinder tumbling, scrambling forwards, landing on her hands and knees in the midst of all those heaving Grimm. She yelped at the impact, and stared into the eyes of the Beowolf jerking and jolting before her. She took in sharp, ragged breaths as she lowered her gaze…beneath the Beowulf…to the upturned, upside-down face of Yang Xiao Long, twisted in absolute bliss, her pink tongue hanging from her open mouth and her gorgeous blonde hair splayed out on the floor behind her. She lay with her thick, sweaty thighs wrapped partway around the tremendous beast, her taut, muscled stomach bulging out with each brutal thrust into her helpless, over-stretched cunt. THWAP, THWAP, THWAP, THWAP, THWAP! The bulge hit the bottoms of her breasts with each repetition, making them bounce up and down, up and down, harder and faster as the Beowulf picked up speed. It treated her like nothing more than a sloppy toy to be used and abused, a thing to be stretched and clobbered until she was gaping and useless. Yang’s eyes turned red when she came, squealing open-mouthed, going cross-eyed and grabbing her own belly-bulge as she squirted all over the monster’s giant knot, which mashed brutally against her pussylips each time his hips came down! “Ah, ah, ah, ah!” Yang yelped, her voice simmering with such unbelievable pleasure that Cinder couldn’t help but feel a heat deep inside herself… “A—Ahh…” Cinder exhaled, trying to crawl back – only for Salem to step firmly between her shoulderblades, smushing her tits down on the floor and pinning her in place. She grunted and squirmed, but the Grimm mistress was laughing, amused by Cinder and Yang’s reddened faces in such close proximity to each other. “This is our final victory. You should be celebrating. Perhaps you still don’t quite believe it…?” Salem released the pressure, then bent down and grasped Cinder by her hair. With supernatural strength she dragged her pet across the room, away from Yang and toward a huge Beringel, a gorilla-like Grimm, that was clutching a young woman in its huge hands and pumping her up and down its dick. Salem licked her lips, holding Cinder up on her knees so she could see. “How the mighty have fallen…” Weiss was fighting the pleasure, clenching her teeth and grunting, gasping, growling under her breath even as her skinny tummy warped around a massive, thrusting Grimm-cock. The monster clutched her thighs tightly, using them as handlebars to pump her up and down like a sloppy, slutty toy. Each thrust splattered juices across Cinder’s face. Mutely, Cinder slid a hand over her thigh and inwards, curling two fingers against her cunt through the fabric of her dress. When Salem noticed, she hummed with pleasure and held Cinder’s head against her hip. “A wondrous sight, is it not? To see one’s enemies brought low… This is my favourite method; you’d do well to learn from it. “Ah… Yes, mistress…” Cinder murmured in her lust, trying not to outright masturbate there before Weiss’s eyes – but failing. Soon she was rubbing herself frantically in heat, her lips brushing Salem’s hip as she stroked her wet pussy through her dress. “Ungh…” “Don’t be afraid – give in,” Salem told her in a softer tone, almost motherly. “This is a day for celebration, after all…” As she spoke, she lifted Cinder before her – as shadowy tendrils slipped beneath Cinder’s thighs and hoisted her into the air, matching the way the Beringel was clutching Weiss. Salem’s hands sank into Cinder’s asscheeks as she held her there before the bouncing, jerking, crooning Weiss, their faces inches apart. In fact, Cinder’s breasts were made to smush across Weiss’s chest, the contact startling Weiss to something close to focus. “Y-You…!” she gurgled before she sank under waves of bliss once again, bouncing up and down, croaking and gasping as the Grimm fucked her hard and deep. Cinder gave a wanton moan then, unable to control herself, as Salem drew her away from the flat-chested beauty and toward another section of the room. Here, Blake Belladonna was on all fours, being ruthlessly hammered by not one, but two huge Beowulfs. Their massive red cocks surged in and out of her slick, suckling pussy and her gurgling mouth and throat. Her cat-ears lay back on her head, her yellow eyes rolled so far back that their golden colour barely showed under her twitching eyelids. Her thick ass leapt and jiggled with each successive, noisy thrust into her cunt; the Grimm was trying to knot her, grinding deep and hard each time, snarling low in its throat as it gaped her pussy wider and wider…until at last, before Cinder’s eyes, it forced that obscene knot into her, bulging her belly out even further, producing a noisy SQUELCH as Blake’s eyes suddenly shot wide, her eyes sharpening focus, a spluttering groan bursting from her lips around the massive Grimm-cock lodged in her throat! The two Grimm pumped even harder, faster, hammering back and forth with all their bestial might. Blake was bent between them, her back arched fiercely, her toes curling and fists clenching as she gargled, glorked, and came herself silly before Cinder’s eyes. One of Salem’s tendrils stroked back and forth over Cinder’s crotch, making her whimper and groan and grind her hips in needy circles as she watched the ferocious breeding-display. She was helpless to do anything but soak in her own horniness, sweat rolling down her curvy body inside her dress. Salem’s breath was hot on her ear, the soft groans of the evil witch puffing in and out, in and out, as her massive chest heaved against Cinder’s back. Cinder turned her head and tried to kiss her, but Salem just chuckled and made a tendril push into Cinder’s mouth. Cinder groaned, but started to suck on it obediently…while the tendril down below slipped under her dress and flickered against her bare pussylips, starting to slide inside of her… “One last stop,” Salem huffed, turning and walking with Cinder to the final scene of devastation. Here, a monstrous Nuckalevee was having a very good time, bringing its equine haunches up and down in furious hammer-blows. Cinder couldn’t initially see beneath the monster’s bulk, but as Salem brought her closer, and hunkered down with Cinder in her arms, Cinder’s eyes narrowed with cruelty. There, being roughfucked from behind by the enormous stallion-Grimm, was a distressed and pleasured-looking Ruby Rose. Salem brought Cinder there just in time. The Nuckalevee was building up its thrusts, thrashing Ruby’s asshole with ferocious surges of its monstercock – the biggest and fattest in the room. Each thrust made Ruby’s beautiful cheeks jiggle, made her tits scrub along the floor, made wild moans burst from her open mouth. She was blindfolded, her silver eyes made useless, but her lack of sight only enhanced her other senses. “T-Take it, you bitch!” Cinder snarled around the tendril in her mouth. The sound of her voice alerted Ruby, who lifted her head, neck muscles straining, and barked out an angry, incomprehensible note. “Still resisting,” Salem purred, and raised a hand in the air before Salem. “We’ll put a stop to that.” She snapped her fingers, and the Nuckalevee shuddered – before fucking Ruby with renewed vigour. CLOP, CLOP, CLOP, CLOP, CLOP! It rammed its massive horsecock through her guts with violent repetitions, making the bulge in her belly climb up behind her chest…even bulging out her neck when that equine flare rooted itself deep enough. The Nuckalevee’s horrendously huge balls jerked back and forth in the air, shiny and full, churning and sloshing audibly with more hot jizz than Cinder could imagine. As this was happening, Salem’s tendril started to thrust into Cinder, fucking her slowly at first, but building up speed alongside the Nuckalevee’s rising temper, thrusting deep into her pet while the stallion thunderclapped her sworn enemy so ferociously that sweat flew from her body with each thrust! “Ghrk, ghk, ghk, hrrgk!” Ruby gurgled as the Nuckalevee’s cockhead struck all the way up into her throat, beating the back of her jaw as her neck bulged again and again – until she just couldn’t hold it back anymore, and with one last, furious push, the stallion Grimm caused her lips to spread…obscenely wide…and his flared cockhead to burst forth from her mouth, flaring out as it cleared her teeth! Ruby gargled dumbly as it streamed drool and oozed globs of white seed to the floor. Then it jerked back and struck again, bursting from her mouth a second time, a third, fucking her all the way through! Cinder came like a fucking whore, squealing and squirting as Salem tendril-fucked her deep. Salem laughed and bit her neck, gnawing on her skin while Ruby experienced the most devastating fuck Salem could possibly give to her. Fucked through again and again, made to cum from the stretching sensation, Ruby was being reshaped into a true cocksleeve – and when the Nuckalevee whinnied in pleasure, Ruby’s tongue drooped, her arms going limp as she realised the game was up. The Grimm erupted a massive spray of seed over Cinder and Salem, hosing them down with hot, nutritious spunk! It went into Cinder’s mouth and all over her body, soaking into her skin as she arched and juddered under repeated orgasms, Salem’s hands coaxing her, groping her tits, adoring her… She could get used to being so thoroughly victorious! “Let’s leave these girls to their despair,” Salem crooned, lifting Cinder once more. “As for us two…let’s celebrate in my bedroom, shall we?” Salem walked away with Cinder in her arms, both of them dripping globs of seed to the floor in huge, heavy dollops, leaving the moaning, slapping, squelching noises behind them.
Title: [RWBY] Getting Steamy Chapter title: Getting-Steamy Story Description: When Cardin finds Yang masturbating in the shower, he lends a helping hand. - Champion of Venus, my lewd visual novel, is out now on Steam and Itch.io! Join Rayne for an adventure packed with the kinkiest scenes you've ever seen in a video game. Anime & Manga: RWBY Story Content: Yang huffed and puffed as she rocked her weight from foot to foot, feeling the burn throughout her entire body. The more she sweated, the tighter her yellow gym outfit clung to her toned form, her curves, until her long blonde hair, tied in a ponytail hung lank and wet against her back, floppily shining as she pummelled the heaviest punching bag in the whole gym with lightning-fast jabs and vicious hooks strong enough to sent it swinging backwards. “Hngh!” she growled, the noise ripping up from her chest as she threw an enormous, booming straight into the bag’s core mass. It leapt back, nearly jerking off its brace, then swung down towards her with all the force of a falling mattress. She stopped it one-handed, and leaned against it panting for air, sweat dripping from her hair, her chin. “Haah…aah…” Her knockout tits rose and fell in her gym top, her chiselled belly tensed, and her crimson eyed wavered until she blinked them back to their normal, violet hue. It was midnight. The only illumination came from the lights above; the windows were dark. The only sound in the gym was Yang’s heavy breathing, and the slight squeak of the punching bag’s hinge. Even after all that, after wailing on the bag for almost thirty minutes straight, Yang still didn’t feel tired – not in the way that permitted sleep – even though her entire body burned with strain. What the heck was wrong with her? She rolled her shoulders, but the tension didn’t let up one bit. She breathed deep, filling her lungs, oxygenating her blood cells – but the truth was staring her in the face: if she tried to keep training, she’d collapse, and she still wouldn’t fall asleep. “Damn,” Yang said, looking at her own trembling hands. A moment later, she clenched them into fists and marched toward the showers. She was too sticky to think about anything right now. - The toned blonde peeled her gym outfit from her sweating body and shook out her hair. She didn’t bother to fold her clothes neatly on a bench, but left them heaped on the floor as she strode naked into the shower room. A moment later, the water began to hiss down, and steam filled white-tiled room. Yang soaked herself under the shower’s flow, running her hands through her beautiful blonde hair and over her body, tracing the curves of her massive breasts, the bumps of her abs, the outward jut of her hips and thighs… She kept her eyes closed for a good few minutes, just feeling the heat wash over her and fill her… Ugh. If she couldn’t drain her energy through a workout, then she might as well… She hummed annoyedly as she stroked a hand over her slick, hairless pussylips, fondling her vulva in the crook of three fingers, dipping the middle digit slightly between her needy lower lips. She pressed her tongue to the roof of her mouth and let out small groans as she started to rub herself, swaying where she stood, slinging one toned arm across her breasts while her fingers went to town on her increasingly-desperate cunt. “Fuck,” she huffed, flinging her hair back. “Nasty slut. What’s wrong with you?” “I was about to ask the same thing,” said a voice behind her. Yang yelped and swivelled, putting her back to the wall so sharply that her shower-soaked breasts leapt slightly from the impact. Suddenly her pussy-rubbing hand was concealing her cunt, and she squeezed back her boobs into a delicious, reflective pancake as she shrank back from the figure looming over her. “You know this is the men’s shower room, right?” asked Cardin Winchester, his grin like a scythe. He seemed to take great pleasure in seeing the brave, powerful Yang Xiao-Long shrink back from his presence, to see her cheeks flush red and her lips part as though searching for some excuse, some reason why he’d found her stroking herself in the men’s showers. Before she could speak, he pressed forward – planting a palm on the wall over Yang’s head. “I won’t tell anyone,” he said. “It’ll be our little secret. But still…” he scanned her up and down, devouring her curvy body with his eyes. “You look like you could use some help.” “I-I’m…not…” Yang growled, control returning to her. She stopped pressing herself against the wall, and met his sly stare with a hateful glower…but then she noticed something else, something in her peripheral vision, and she dropped her gaze. She stared, open-mouthed. Cardin was sporting more than just a monstercock; he was toting a true bitchbreaker, a slab of meat so obscenely long and thick that Yang thought it was bigger than her forearm. She couldn’t look away, couldn’t stop her breath from racing as she tried to process what she was looking at. Her lust rose again, raging through her like a flame, taking over… Yang swallowed thickly, and when she met Cardin’s curious gaze, her shoulders were set, her eyes steady. She turned around and put her hands against the tile wall, lifting her butt up high. That surprised Cardin, who raised an eyebrow as though expecting this to be some kind of prank – but that only made her strike her hips up higher. “If we’re doing this, let’s do this,” Yang demanded in a thirsty, breathy voice, reaching down between her thighs and hooking two fingers into her pussy, schlicking herself while swaying her thick butt before Cardin and his ridiculous, erect cock. “In the ass, unless you have a condom.” Cardin stared, lips parted, not quite believing his luck. He’d expected Yang to flee the showers and leave him with a nice memory of her ass and tits jiggling away from him; never in his wildest dreams could he have anticipated this. He recovered quickly, though, and laughed. “Sure, what the hell,” he said. “You only live once, right?” And so he got into position, grasping his obscene shaft and guiding his thick, hole-gaping crown to her tight little asshole, making her arch her back sensitively on contact. She huffed and puffed through clenched teeth, staring back at the muscular stud over her right shoulder, her gaze crimson and angrily pleading. Cardin chuckled before smacking her juicy ass hard, leaving a bright red handprint on her smooth bun, then grasped a handful of her hair and gave it a yank. Yang gave an unwilling shriek of rage, her Aura flaring, but Cardin held on cruelly, twisting her gorgeous blonde locks around his fist like reins on a horse. And then, with a brutal thrust, he drove his monstercock into her. SCHLAP! Yang pitched forward, tits leaping, ass jiggling from the heavy impact as Cardin’s body surged against her – and sank that ridiculous rod into her guts! Her belly bulged, her right hand going to her abs as they pushed out taut around the insertion punching her inner wall. “Hnngh…!” she growled, unsure what to think or how to feel; she’d never experienced something like this before. To be reduced to one of Cardin’s cocksleeves was a shame sure to haunt her come morning, but for now, she just couldn’t help herself! SLAP! CLAP! He started to pump her hard and fast, wasting no time on a slow and steady build-up; he wanted to pound a bitch stupid, and that was exactly what he did. Clapped and plapped up against the shower wall, Yang gasped and groaned, squeaks of pleasure bursting from her lips each time her belly lurched out in another cock-stretched bulge! “Enjoying yourself?” Cardin asked cruelly, smacking her ass again – before reaching around to fondle Yang’s tits. She couldn’t resist, even when he pinched a pink nipple and tugged it out, stretching it, making her croon like some kind of animal. She could feel his cock throbbing inside her, pushing her inner walls beyond any kind of stretch she’d ever experienced, making her core clench tight just to keep her belly from bulging out of its usual, taut form. “Of course, people don’t make those noises if they aren’t having fun…” He hunched over her and started to batter her ass with big, rough thrusts. Clap, clap, clap, plap, slap, clap, plap! Yang panted in time with Cardin’s thrusts, her mouth dropping open in an expression of slutty abandon as she desperately tried to keep up. “Uhn, uhn, uhn!” she cried, her voice growing high-pitched as she soared in the heights of pleasure. Cardin pounded her without restraint, without thinking of her safety or comfort, and that was exactly what she needed right now. “Fuck, babe,” Cardin said, yanking hard on her hair, making her rear up as he shook her with his hardest, most bone-rattling pumps. “You’re fuckin’ tight. You a virgin or something?” Yang could only moan in response. A more rational part of her wanted to spit in his face, to throw him off her – but rationality held no power over her, not now. Instead she pushed her ass up even higher against Cardin, mating with him violently, feeling that enormous cock surge in and out of her asshole like a train repeatedly entering a tunnel, jiggling her asscheeks each time his hips struck her! Gasping and grunting, moaning and groaning, Yang sank deeper into a world of pure bliss – a mire she couldn’t claw her way out of. “Uohh…huhhn…” “Good noises,” Cardin purred, before grasping her ass in both hands and ploughing her with his roughest thrusts yet, slapping and plapping his huge, heavy balls against her pussy! Yang’s moans grew frantic as her tits smacked repeatedly together and her tongue spilled from her mouth, but Cardin remained resolute, fucking her violently no matter how she juddered or squirmed. Before long, her asshole tightened around his cock, and Yang squealed as quivers overtook her. “Damn, you cumming?” he asked. “Who’d have thought Beacon’s best brawler would be such a whore?” Yang had nothing to say to that but more moans. Cardin was close to his limit, and he intended to finish this – but not in her ass. To Yang’s shock, before she could do anything about it, he yanked out of her…and lined up with her tight, soaking little pussy! “Wuh—” she said, then yelped as Cardin PLUNGED into her cunt, bulging her belly out even harder than before, stretching her cervix and nearly shoving his cockhead through into her womb! He rumbled, his entire body tensing, his balls pulling up taut as he hit his limit – and exploded inside her, a hot wash of semen gushing into her womb and flooding it full in an instant. It inflated like a balloon, and so did her belly, swelling bigger and bigger with each violent shot. Cardin rocked against her, snarling, while Yang whimpered and pressed her palms up against the tile wall, her cheek running through the condensation, her pink tongue drooping as far from her mouth as it could stretch… Cardin yanked her back suddenly, lifting her up straight, and grasped her chin to turn her face. Before she could react, his lips were over hers, French kissing her with an air of such dominance that Yang had no choice but to submit. Their lips slurped, their tongues clashed and flicked and licked, and his hands ran all over her body – focusing especially on her fat, famous tits. - Thwap, thwap, thwap, thwap, thwap! Cardin wasn’t done, and neither was Yang – not by a long shot. She howled in pleasure as Cardin hoisted her leg over his shoulder and fucked her from the side, repeatedly plunging his huge, wall-stretching cock up against her cervix! She cupped her bloated cum-belly in one hand while her tits bounced wildly around in the air...up until Cardin wrapped his lips around a plump, pink nipple and latched on tightly, slurping and bobbing his head, showing her massive titty no quarter! He felt his own thrusts wobble through her chest like they were big, soft shock absorbers…the feeling only spurring him to fuck her harder, faster, slamming his balls against her thigh with each repetition. He wouldn’t last as long this time, not when he was pumping away at full-pelt, and they both knew it. Yang cried out for him to cum inside her, and Cardin was happy to oblige, now that she’d properly found her slutty inner self. He hammered away until he felt the pressure peak – and he let it overflow, growling as he surged cream into her womb, adding to the big, taut belly-bloat that now lifted her tits on its gurgling mass! Yang could do nothing but cling to her new lover and growl for more, her eyes red and her teeth clenched, unable to control the pleasure rushing and rolling through her. - Minutes later, in the changing room, Yang knelt before Cardin, coaxing his massive, half-flaccid cock between her juicy udders. “Damn,” he said, peering down at her with tired eyes. “I like this version of you better.” He spread his legs wider and leaned back on the wall, breathing heavily as he watched Yang’s enormous, smooth jugs glide up and down, up and down his throbbing fuckmonstrosity. She held his gaze, batting her eyelids as she pressed kisses along his shaft…as she opened wide and captured his crown in her soft, soaking mouth…as she bobbed her head rhythmically on it, gulping down whatever globs of precum emerged from his tip. “Mmmgh…” Yang acted like the world’s most devoted slut, gurgling as she slurped, wringing her lips around his member and showing it no mercy. She popped her lips off of his cock a minute later, and let him watch her tongue slide in a wide circle around her lips, gathering up the excess seed which she subsequently schlucked back on her tongue – and swallowed, her neck lurching in a deep, hungry gulp. Cardin groaned. “Fuck,” he said. “This better be more than just a one-night thing. You’re gonna crawl into bed tonight feeling my cum inside you; that means you’re my girl now.” He laid a hand on her head, feeling a thrill of pride; no one touched Yang’s hair, it was well known, and yet he was doing so without consequence. He guided her onto his cock again, urging her to sliiiide her mouth, and then her throat down his monsterdick – her face sinking into her own cleavage as she gagged and glurrgled on his pulsing meat. He held her down there while he panted for air, and stared at her ass, thinking how lucky he was, and hoping this wasn’t some kind of wet dream. When he let Yang up, she opened wide and let her tongue flop out. He hooked a thumb into her mouth and stroked her tongue while she gazed lovingly into his eyes, silently accepting her new place as his slut. He smirked as his cock perked up again, throbbing back towards a full, energised erection. “You out of steam yet?” Cardin asked. “Hnngh…” Yang flicked her tongue across his thumb, then pulled her muscle back. “I…could keep going,” she growled. “Good,” he said, and grasping her hair tightly, he yanked Yang to her feet. Their lips locked, her tits crushing between their chests – and before she could do, or say, anything else, Cardin lifted her by her thighs and plunged his cock between her soft, soaking petals! She squeaked as he started to bounce her on his dick, pounding her with gravity’s aid, sloshing and jiggling her giant tits between their squirming, arching, grinding bodies. As Yang’s voice slurred into a series of joyous expletives, Cardin grinned widely. He was running on empty, but that didn’t matter; he’d make this night last as long as possible, even if it meant them both passing out; even if it meant people finding them unconscious on the changing room floor come morning. Yang’s moans rang through the gym, and the juicy SMACKs of their colliding bodies rang off the tile walls of the changing room for hours on end.
Title: [RWBY] Glynda's Extra Lessons Chapter title: Telekinetic-Titillation Story Description: Who knew that Miss Goodwitch could be such a perv? That's something Yang learns first-hand when she stumbles upon her and Jaune engaging in 'extra-curricular activities'. Check out my Patreon! You can play my H-game, Champion of Venus, here. Anime & Manga: RWBY Story Content: “Sure, send me on the rescue mission,” grumbled Yang as she strode down the path, her glare flat and unimpressed. It was half an hour until a major exam was due to start, and Team JNPR hadn’t seen Jaune all day. The rest of Yang’s own team was busy studying; they’d drawn straws to see who’d go help their friends, and Yang had lost out. “Ugh. You’d better have fallen into a ditch or something, Jaune, because if you’re just slacking off—” Yang had patrolling the grounds, intending to circle around Beacon before heading back toward the exam hall — but as she passed by the big, metal sports equipment shed, she heard something odd. A…moan? Yang stopped mid-step and swivelled on her heel, parking her fists on her wide hips as she stared at the shed. Was someone getting it on in there? She shook her head and refocused. Who cared if a couple of students were getting handsy? If she didn’t move quickly, she wouldn’t have time to review her notes before the— Another moan, long and shaky. Yang screwed up her fists even tighter. Well, she couldn’t just not look, could she? As briskly and as quietly as she could, she stepped around to the front of the shed, and saw to her shock that the door was partway open. All she had to do was edge into the gap and peer inside… Before she could do so, a voice came from the shed. “Are you really that sensitive?” Wait. Was that…? Yang frowned, not quite believing it. That voice sounded just like Glynda Goodwitch. Yang’s heart began to pound as she crept up to the door, trying as hard as she could not to make a noise. Stealth didn’t come naturally to her — especially since she had a chest that tended to jut around the corners of doorways — but by keeping her breathing low and her movements soft, she thought she did a pretty good job. At last, holding back her golden locks, she was able to peer into the shed. Her eyes widened. “I’m starting to regret all those whispers into your ear during our last lecture,” said Glynda, standing over Jaune with her arms folded behind her back. Her white shirt was helplessly strained around a cleavage that had always made Yang jealous; the teacher’s chest jutted out in front of her, a veritable prow of pillowy flesh that she bore with elegance despite their obvious weight. She glared at Jaune, her green eyes narrowing as she pressed her right heel into his groin. He sat on a plastic chair, grunting and squirming under Glynda’s advances. It must have been his moan that Yang had heard. Go figure… “Maybe I should finish you off now,” Glynda said, adjusting her glasses with one hand. “You have a test to get to, after all…” “Nngh… You’ll give me high marks anyway, right?” Jaune asked weakly. “This is like…an extra credit assignment, or something.” “In your dreams.” Glynda removed her heel from his bulge and dropped her arms to her sides, contemplating her options as Jaune tried to steady his breathing. Yang was equal parts shocked and impressed by how far that bulge was tenting out his pants; it snaked partway down the leg of his jeans, and it didn’t even seem fully erect. She realised her tits were smushing against the cold metal door, her nipples stiff inside her shirt. Biting her lip in an extra effort to stay quiet, Yang watched on as Glynda squatted in front of Jaune. Her hands came to rest on his knees, and she held his stare intensely for a long moment. “Though I may consider extraneous circumstances, if you resist cumming for long enough.” “Th-Then you’ll have to go easy on me,” Jaune said, and received another as if glare from his lover. She opened his pants briskly and efficiently, and stabbed her hand inside to seize and squeeze his huge pork sausage. As she dragged it out into the open, Yang’s jaw dropped. Jaune possessed the fattest, bulkiest slab of dickmeat she’d ever seen; it pulsed in Glynda’s fist as she jerked it up and down, stirring it to full attention with an economy of harsh, tight-gripping strokes. The teacher’s emerald eyes never left his, even as she lowered her plump lips to his cock and gave it a kiss. Jaune moaned again, tensing as her silky kissers plapped against his sensitive cockhead, provoking a thick squirt of precum to gush across her face, painting over one glasses lens. She barely reacted, but kept on applying gentle kisses to just his tip, teasing him without mercy. This would be one hell of a test for the hair-trigger boy. Yang gripped the edge of the door tighter, all too aware of her own heavy breathing. The two lovers were focused entirely on each other, which gave Yang some leeway, but she was still terrified of accidentally gasping or rattling the door. “If you think I’m going to show you mercy, you haven’t been paying attention,” Glynda said, then leaned back and opened her shirt. Yang bit her lip and pressed her thighs together as the teacher unleashed her gigantic tits; so smooth and glossy, sagging under their own weight but far less than one might expect, each topped by a thick, suckable pink areola and nipple. Glynda ran her hands down the sides of her pale globes, pushing the tip of her tongue between her teeth as she gazed at Jaune…before leaning forward to engulf his cock in her tits. He closed his eyes and clenched his fists tight, trembling in pleasure, and for a moment Yang wondered what it felt like — for both of them. The sensation of those tremendous boobs wrapping around his sensitive cock…and the sensation of his cock trembling between her tits, the sight of his face contorting with pleasure in front of her… This was bad, Yang realised. She was already soaking wet, her mind abuzz. How much time before the exam? She had no idea. Soon, her team would have to send a search party after her. She watched as Glynda pumped her massive tits up and down Jaune’s cock, using a not-insubstantial amount of strength to get those globes bouncing, clapping against his lap each time gravity brought them down. “Miss Glynda…” Jaune breathed, unable to control his body or his voice. “Please…keep going…” For the first time, Glynda showed a hint of a smile. “Is it too much?” she asked, never slowing the pace of her mind-melting paizuri, showing off her skill. She knew how to use her natural assets to their maximum effect, and she wasn’t shy about destroying Jaune’s will to resist. He was completely under her control. “I’ll have you know, I don’t intend to stop until you’ve blown a load in my pussy. I hope you have enough steam left over when—” Jaune surprised both Glynda and Yang by crying out and cumming hard. He threw back his head as his monstercock fattened and throbbed, launching thick white streamers of jizz high so high they flung over Glynda’s head and pattered down her back, gunking her face and hair and ass in equal measures. She kept pumping, milking Jaune’s enormity for every drop he could produce, smirking proudly while Yang trembled in the doorway. This kept up for almost twenty seconds, and when Jaune’s load faded to a dribble, Glynda kissed his tip and rolled her tongue in circles, slurping up his delicious cream. “Mmn…” Drenched in jizz, Glynda rose to her full height and undressed properly, leaving her stained clothes folded on a nearby bench. Only her stockings and glasses remained, her slim pussy and perfect, voluptuous ass on full display. She stretched and hummed, then plucked her wand off of the bench and tapped Jaune’s cheeks with it. “Focus. I want you stiff and erect in one minute.” “One minute…?” Jaune asked blearily, too exhausted to even meet her gaze. His cock drooped over his right thigh, flexing and oozing cream, while his hefty nuts pulsed between his legs. He was panting, his muscular chest heaving as he tried to bring himself back from oblivion. As this was happening, Glynda tilted her wand slightly toward the door — and flicked it sharply. Yang felt herself trapped between walls of force, her tits and asscheeks flattened as she was hoisted off her feet and dragged into the shed. She hissed and squirmed, her face turning an even darker shade of crimson than before as Glynda looked her up and down. The naked teacher stood with her hands on her hips, her chin raised, looking down her nose at the peeping blonde. By the time Yang stopped moving, her chest — the envy and desire of the entire Academy — was nearly touching Glynda’s far superior breasts. “Yang…?” Jaune asked weakly, blushing just as hot as her. “W-Wait, this is—" “—a big misunderstanding!” Yang cried out, struggling against Glynda’s telekinetic grip. “I was just passing by, and— and— I didn’t see anything!” “A likely story,” said Glynda, and tapped her wand against Yang’s forehead. “You need to work on your stealth, miss Xiao Long. Such skills are vital to a Huntress. If you carry on the way you are… Why, you’re liable to become prey.” The wand dipped, and Yang yelped as her clothes forcibly removed themselves from her body. Jaune’s eyes widened as Yang’s equal-parts toned and ultra-curvy figure was revealed to him. The moment Yang’s feet touched the floor, she took a big step back, but Glynda followed her – advancing until Yang’s back hit the wall, and the teacher’s massive tits squished out across her chest. As their breasts pancaked together, Glynda smirked, as though taking pleasure in her clear superiority — and as Yang squirmed under the pressure, she ran a hand through her student’s blonde hair. This close to the teacher, Yang could see Jaune’s streaks of cum glistening all over her face. Glynda plucked off her glasses and set them aside, chuckling at Yang’s expression. “If you’re so interested in our naked bodies, why don’t you join in?” “I-I wasn’t—” Yang snarled, but before she could continue, Glynda grasped her shoulders and led her forwards – toward Jaune, and his swelling cock. Yang’s eyes fixed on that giant slab of meat, her lips parting in awe. He’d blown a huge load just seconds ago, and he was already hard again. What the hell kind of stud was he? “He’s so energetic,” Glynda said, stepping to Yang’s side and slinging an arm around her waist. “And he tastes good, too. But I have something else in mind for the two of you…” Her eyes slid to Jaune’s. “Sorry, but you won’t get to feel my pussy today. This young lady will have to suffice…” Yang took a deep breath. It was useless trying to deny how horny she was; Jaune could see her chiselled thighs gleaming wet, her breasts rising and falling with each sharp breath. “Jaune…” she murmured, finally relenting. She couldn’t just leave without venting her frustration; she was boiling on the inside, and her entire body was starting to sweat. Without any kind of prompt from Glynda, Yang straddled his lap with her thighs, cupped his broad, hole-busting cockhead in her hand, and guided it to her tight pussy. “Yang--!” Jaune hissed, not quite believing this was happening. His eyes wavered as he stared up at her, taking in all her amazing curves… He seemed almost afraid to touch her – and when she began to rock her hips, he gasped in helpless bliss. “Unf!” She took him inside her, spreading her womanhood uncomfortably but sticking to the plan, gritting her teeth as she adjusted to the stretch. “Unngh… You two are perverts,” she growled, red-faced and scowling. She glanced at Glynda before leaning over Jaune, her tits bumping his face as she grasped his shoulders tight. “Ahn.~” She started to bounce, making her boobs bob and wobble in Jaune’s face. He sought out with his mouth and caught her left nipple between his lips, suckling and nibbling hungrily as she rode his giant cock. She’d never imagined herself capable of such blatant sluttery, but once she got moving… Well, she just couldn’t stop. She pumped her own pussy full of rock-hard megadick, yelping and whining in pain and ecstasy, spurred on by Glynda’s chuckles. The older woman leaned against her side, caressing her body with both hands, spreading her asscheeks while nursing the underside of the tit Jaune was so desperately slurping on. “Who’s the pervert, exactly?” Glynda purred in Yang’s ear. “You look utterly depraved, from where I’m standing.” “Shut up,” Yang growled. Glynda’s condescending voice just made her ride Jaune harder, plunging her pussy up and down his throbbing cock while her abs clenched around the girth that seemed to fill her torso to the brim! Plap, plap, plap, plap! Soon, she surprised even herself by taking every inch of Jaune’s cock; her belly bumped each time he bottomed out, but she kept on bouncing, flinging her sweat-soaked tits up and down in the air, battering Jaune’s thighs with her asscheeks. She gave him a rough, heavy, athletic slamfuck, the likes of which Glynda couldn’t hope to match. “Guh! Fuck, you’d better…hold on…for at least a few more minutes~!” She groaned next to Jaune’s ear, then bit his neck as she went into overdrive, HAMMERING his pelvis with heavyweight pumps, boxing his balls with her bounding asscheeks. Jaune’s moans filled the shed and probably rang across the field. Meanwhile, Glynda planted her thick ass down on the bench, spread her legs wide, and slid a hand between her thighs to schlick, schlick, schlick at her naughty pussy. Her panting noises made Yang pump with all her might, taking Jaune’s dick balls-deep without pause, churning him in her cunt--! When he could no longer hold out, Jaune sank his hands into Yang’s asscheeks for the first time and pulled her down hard, wrenching her against his pelvis while she arched her back, squished her tits against his chest, and threw her arms around his shoulders in a vice-grip! He exploded inside her, washing her womb with monstrous bolts of creamy white jizz, filling her up until it started to backblast out of her. Soon enough, a miniature waterfall of splooge poured over the edge of Jaune’s chair and guttered to the floor, spreading in a wide, obscene puddle. Yang kept on flexing her core and grinding her hips, deep shaky moans bursting from her lips as she basked in a sensation she’d never felt before: complete sexual satisfaction, a heat so deep and pleasing that she wanted to stay here, mounted on Jaune’s lap, forever. Their bodies stuck together with sweat, twitching and heaving with desperate breaths for a long minute, while Yang spasmed in the afterglow of her own clenching orgasm. “Ah…” Glynda trembled and threw back her head, calling out in a singsong voice as she brought herself to climax. She was a squirter, and her slick, clear cum sparkled through the air as she shuddered out spurt after spurt. “Mmnghh…” Panting in voyeuristic exhaustion, she licked her fingers one by one, gazing at the trembling lovers in the chair. “My, my…” Yang finally peeled herself off of Jaune, their skin making a slightly abrasive noise of sweat unsticking. She looked tiredly toward Glynda, her jaw clenching tight before she spat out: “You’d better give us a top grade for this!” “If I did that, I’d be a bad teacher,” Glynda said. “But if you rush, maybe you’ll reach the exam hall in time?” Yang and Jaune looked at each other, then launched into a wild flurry of motion, dislodging cock from pussy and scrambling to clean up. Before they could reach for their clothes, though, Glynda waved her wand once again — and they both froze in place. The naughty teacher rose and licked her lips, walking slowly around the frozen pair. Only their eyes moved to follow her. “I didn’t say I was finished,” she said, stopping beside Jaune and bringing her lips close to his ear. “I still haven’t had my fun yet.” She reached around him and grasped his cock, stroking it slowly back and forth. Jaune’s eyes blurred when she touched her wand to his sensitive glans, and it started to vibrate faintly, teasing him so mercilessly that his member swelled once again. At last, Glynda released her hold on Yang and Jaune…but used her power to shut the door tightly. Yang bit her lip and hugged herself, not quite sure what to make of Glynda’s endless horniness. What was with this woman? Her depravity knew no bounds. Jaune was already hard again, and Glynda’s tits were squished across his back; she glared over his left shoulder at Yang, eyes half-lidded, as she jerked that giant cock hard and intently. “Ugh… I guess I could go for one more round,” Yang said uncertainly. “If that’s really what you—” Her yellow hair tugged forward and down, bending her over double so her face was right in front of Jaune’s monstercock. She gasped, and Glynda took the opportunity to send him lurching forwards, plunging his colossal fuckslab past Yang’s lips and down her throat. GLUARK! Glynda swished her wand back and forth, controlling Jaune’s hips, making him fuck Yang’s face without a shred of mercy. Her eyes rolled back in their sockets as her neck bulged and her tits wobbled from the constant impacts. After a point, Glynda released her control over Jaune, trusting him to keep up the pumping motions as she walked to the side and lifted something from behind a box of basketballs. It was a strapon, and a large one at that – a hulking, veiny, slightly bendy giant of a fake dick which she subsequently strapped around her pelvis. Yang’s eyes swivelled toward her in panic, but then Glynda passed beyond her field of view…and grabbed her asscheeks, angling the tip of that monstrous toy up with her tight little asshole. When Glynda struck forwards, Yang went cross-eyed and gave a muffled squeak of dismay, her belly bulging around the huge dildo. Glynda’s silky hips pressed against her asscheeks, grinding…then withdrew and launched another thrust, and another, and another! Now Jaune and Glynda were double-teaming Yang with brutal impacts, slugging her holes with no mercy. Glynda’s asscheeks clapped in time with her thrusts, and her tits wobbled around in the air. She huffed and puffed, sweat rolling down her arms as she throttled Yang’s waist in her grip. “Fuhhh…” Jaune groaned in a shaky voice, his eyes dim and blurry. He couldn’t hold on much longer, and soon he was spurting precum, his cock throbbing on the brink of a real explosion. Yang’s gags and slobbering croaks rang through the shed as the two brutal-cocked studs pounded her front and back. Suddenly, Jaune arched his body and crooned as he came, erupting a thick, belly-bloating load down Yang’s clenching throat. Glynda chuckled triumphantly and adjusted her glasses, continuing to thrust as Jaune spasmed and Yang’s tummy strained. At last, he simply fell back, wrenching his cock from her gullet all at once, and leaving her puking a thick tide of semen as Glynda sat back on the bench, dragging the blonde to perch in her lap. Glynda caressed Yang gently, groping her udders while pulling her deeper between her own pale tits. “Good girl,” Glynda told her, nibbling her yellow hair and kissing her cheek as she panted for precious breath. “I expect you to report to my office whenever I ask, from now on. No matter what you’re doing, as soon as I send notice, you need to drop it and rush to my side.~” Yang was too exhausted to reply; she simply moaned and looked down at Glynda’s hands expertly kneading her tender tits, and quivered happily. Glynda smirked, then smacked her ass and pushed her off the strapon. “Clean up,” she said. “Then hurry to your exam.”
Title: [RWBY] Glynda's Punishment Chapter title: Vacuum-Tight-Love Story Description: Jaune and Blake are in trouble, and it's Glynda's job to dole out discipline. I have a Patreon! Donations help to fund my lewd visual novel! Anime & Manga: RWBY Story Content: Glynda crossed her arms under her breasts and tap-tap-tapped her foot on the ground, one leg slung over the other. She was glaring at the two nervous students sat opposite her, who couldn’t quite meet her eyes no matter how hard they tried. They knew they were in deep trouble — that Glynda was conjuring up a punishment in her mind even now — and that there was no escape from the graves they’d dug themselves. The tick, tick, tick of the clock in the corner mirrored the tapping of Glynda’s foot. The silence was absolute; she let the students boil, submerged in dread, stretching their apprehension out for as long as possible. “Considering you two were the only ones to be caught, following the incident,” Glynda said at last, “you’ll be taking the full brunt of the punishment. The only question is — what to do with you?” She glanced out the window, over the grounds of Beacon, her lip curling in furious contemplation. “Do you have any idea how much work you made for the cleaners? They have to scrub hot sauce off the ceiling.” “W-We’re sorry,” said Jaune, his head bowed and hands gripping his knees. “Deeply, deeply sorry,” added Blake, equally abashed. Glynda stiffened. “Your apology doesn’t matter one bit to me.” The implication being that only their suffering would make things right. She re-crossed her legs the other way, then glared at her students once again. “Maybe I should—” It was at that moment Glynda felt a sudden drop. Her chair had held on for years, bravely struggling against the weight of Glynda Goodwitch’s thick bubblebutt and huge, heavy tits. Now, at the least opportune time — or, depending on one’s perspective, the most opportune — the legs gave out, snapping in half and dropping Glynda to the floor. As gravity took hold, Glynda’s cleavage flung up against her face — and then she vanished behind the desk. In the silence that followed, Glynda heard a faint, half-repressed snicker. She leapt to her feet, red-faced and enraged, her blonde hair slightly frayed by her drop. Jaune and Blake wore straight faces, neither offering any hint they were the one who laughed. Breathing heavily, Glynda looked down at her broken chair…then at her poor, unsuspecting students. She straightened her glasses, rose to her full height, and gave her victims a withering glare. “I’ve decided on your punishment,” she said, and drew her riding crop with a flourish. Jaune and Blake gasped as they were telekinetically lifted into the air, unable even to resist. As they squirmed, Glynda gestured toward her cabinet, which flew open and ejected a series of items that swirled in the air around Jaune and Blake. Their eyes filled with panic when they saw what the items were: bits of latex BDSM gear, leg binds and ball gags and collars and… Glynda stepped around her desk, standing before the hovering pair with a look of sadistic cruelty in her eyes. She tapped her riding crop against Jaune’s stomach, and he flinched as his clothes simply…exploded from his body, tearing to shreds all at once and showering their scraps throughout the room. His heavy cock flopped free to smack against his thigh, and his muscular torso gleamed with a layer of sweat. “Wh-What are you doing?” Blake asked in shock, then groaned and tensed with fear when Glynda walked behind her. Glynda stroked her riding crop slowly across the curves of Blake’s asscheeks, letting her terror build. “Students must be made obedient,” Glynda said silkily, then drew back her crop and whipped Blake across her delicious butt! Blake squealed as her clothes exploded, freeing her breasts and exposing her slick, hairless pussy to Glynda’s ministrations. She gurgled when she felt Glynda’s massive tits press against her lower back, and the teacher’s hand slip around her thigh to knead at her sensitive pussy mound. “Ngh…mmh…” Blake’s teeth chattered together, her muscles tensing and rippling under her perfect, pale skin as Glynda explored her body. “Are teachers even allowed to do this?” Jaune asked weakly, his head low and eyes shadowed by his hair. He was embarrassed by his own nakedness, but even worse, the obscene show playing out right beside him was making him hard; his already thick and bulky cock swelled even larger as he listened to Blake’s moans. As if noticing this, Glynda twitched her crop to turn him away, making him face the wall as she pervertedly groped his friend. She was massaging Blake’s cunt roughly now, kneading and squeezing her slutty mound without ever trying to penetrate – just squashing her stiff clit under her palm and fingers, driving her into a depth of heat only a Faunus could experience. Soon, Blake was gurgling with lust, her eyes wild and lips forming an ‘o’ around her desperate, sucking breaths. Her nipples had stiffened up, and her breasts heaved arrhythmically as she started to lean into the pleasure… …And that was the exact moment Glynda stopped pleasuring her. The ultra-busty blonde stepped back and gave Blake ass a series of hard lashes, striping her pale cheeks red while she juddered and wailed and tears started to drool down her cheeks. Blake was sweating like a pig, her cat ears twitching, her toes curling in mid-air. Glynda drew her fingers across Blake’s sore ass, slapped it with an open hand, and then made a gesture with her crop. Immediately, the latex gear swirling around Blake closed on her, binding her limbs and gagging her mouth and trapping her arms behind her back! Blake gave a muffled moan around her ball-gag, drooling openly now, looking around wildly. Her legs were forced to bend, her heels kissing her bare asscheeks, while a tight chest-piece squeeze her titties almost flat. Glynda lowered her so she sprawled with her chin, knees, and chest on the floor, and her plump, pale ass poking high in the air. Blake writhed there, unable to turn or squirm away or even see what was happening to her. A puddle of drool started to form around her chin. Jaune, who had been listening to all of this, had never been more afraid…especially when he heard Glynda’s heels tapping towards him. She stopped behind the levitating young man and slid a hand up his thigh, finally letting his thick, weighty balls rest upon her open palm. She jiggled them thoughtfully, making Jaune cry out, then drew the tip of her crop up his spine, just to watch him squirm. “Please--!” Jaune cried out, but he was just as quickly muffled as a ball gag wrapped around his face. His blue eyes wavered, peering down at his hopelessly erect cock as Glynda reached around to knead it. He winced, pleasure creeping into the core of his brain and debilitating him, making him oh-so susceptive to her suggestion. “By the end of today,” Glynda promised, her lips touching just below his shoulderblades, “you’ll be a good, obedient young man. I guarantee it.” Jaune had never been treated — been touched — this way before. He shuddered, afraid that her hand was going to bring him to orgasm by itself, but it seemed Glynda intended to make his suffering last. She stepped back and gestured, and suddenly he was hovering over to Blake, looming above her as his own bondage gear slowly slipped around his limbs. He watched in a panic as a collar squeezed his neck and then leashed itself to Blake’s own collar. He was descending over her, his cock getting ever closer to her bare ass and soaking pussy. Latex elbow-gloves wrapped around his arms…and locked his hands into place on Blake’s hips. Now his cockhead was kissing her pussylips, and no matter how hard he squirmed, he couldn’t stop the tip from entering her. Blake wriggled and moaned around her ball gag, and the noise all but melted Jaune’s brain. “Nngh…” “And now,” said Glynda, turning around so her thick, pencil skirt-stretching ass hovered over his own, “I have a new chair.” She sat, and Jaune’s hips were driven all the way down to Blake’s, and Blake’s eyes rolled up and back as Jaune’s massive cock schlorped balls-deep inside of her. The poor students grunted and gurgled and shifted and squirmed, their bodies and gear bound together in the most intimate way. Glynda shifted her butt around, grinding Jaune’s hips down as she tried to get comfortable – as if that was possible. It was a paltry chair at best, with no kind of backrest to speak of, but comfort was hardly the point. She glanced over her shoulder at the writhing young lovers, narrowing her eyes as she saw their faces twisted in pleasure. Jaune’s drool trickled from his chin into Blake’s hair, and she squeaked faintly around her gag as she climaxed from the intense stretch of Jaune’s cock. “Mm, not bad,” Glynda murmured, “but not perfect. Let’s try a different configuration.” She stood, and flicked her wrist, and suddenly the lovers were pulled apart — Jaune’s oversized cock wrenching out of Blake’s cunt so suddenly that she launched into a second orgasm right after the first, squirting all over the floor! Glynda didn’t bother using her Semblance to turn the girl over; she simply rolled her with a derisive foot, while caressing Jaune’s slime-soaked cock in her left hand. She guided him forwards, spreading his legs so he could straddle Blake’s hips, then wrenched the ball gags off both of their heads so they could gasp and swallow and groan… …but before they could say anything, Glynda pushed her fingers through Jaune’s hair and forced him down, sealing his lips over Blake’s. Once again, Jaune found his arms locked around Blake’s body, and his cock plunged balls-deep in her hot, slippery, inviting pussy. Only their hips were free to move, and move they did, but only when Glynda’s crop lashed Jaune’s ass and spurred him to motion. “Mmph~!” Jaune cried as he started to thrust, giving into his desires and rutting Blake like a wild animal. “Haaahn~!” Blake tipped her head back and moaned like a total whore, while Jaune bit down on her neck as he fucked her needy pussy raw. His giant cock looked unnatural, sliding in and out of such a small hole, but there could be no doubt the pair were made for each other. Blake’s juices puddled under and around her asscheeks, and her midriff writhed, lifting to meet Jaune’s thrusts! “Oh! Oh! Jaune--!” She was turning into a raving slut before his very eyes, and Jaune could do nothing but keep on thrusting, obeying his basest instincts to drive his hips up and down, to clap, clap, clap his oversized dick all the way into Blake’s womb with each groaning heave! His balls made her thighs wobble as they collided with her pale flesh again and again, and soon he was swirling tongues with her willingly, gurgling as they mashed lips and swapped spit and— Jaune gave a cry of utter delight. His own orgasm had crept up on him like a ninja, and now it sprung its trap; he arched his back in a jerk of mind-warping-bliss, growling into Blake’s neck as his balls clenched up, his cock thickened, and he unleashed a blasting, streaming deluge of spunk into Blake’s unprotected womb.~ Glynda watched the pair squirm and twitch together, cum running down Blake’s asscheeks and spreading on the floor as she writhed under Jaune’s embrace. He was filling her up, satisfying her animalistic heat to an insane degree; her eyes lolled all the way back, eyelids half-shuttering, cat ears lying flat on her head as she gurgled in depraved joy. Jaune could only grope at her body as he came, as though her pussy was milking his cock for all it was worth. Glynda watched all this imperiously, fists mounted on her hips — and when Jaune groaned and started to relax, she planted a heel on his tailbone and drove him down again, forcing them to stay locked at the groin until every last drop of his ridiculous load was spent. “Nngh…haahn…” Jaune panted over Blake’s twitching form, unable to believe the sheer pleasure he was experiencing. When he twisted and looked over his shoulder, he saw Glynda peering down at him over the vast curves of her breasts, which heaved slowly and steadily. Despite the show she’d just witnessed, the only sign of Glynda’s arousal was the stiff pinkness of her nipples under her shirt. “What are you looking at?” she demanded, and tapped her riding crop against his cheek. Her heel left his back, allowing him to finally pull out and rest his massive cock on Blake’s belly, while her stretched cunt oozed cream in a miniature waterfall between her thighs. The sensation of her cunt being so brutally vacated was enough to make the desperate Faunus squirm and growl, writhing with enough strength to make Jaune sway precariously on top of her. Glynda clicked her tongue, then waved her crop dismissively. The pair came apart and hovered into the air once again, panting and wheezing, completely vulnerable to the teacher’s every whim. Their bondage gear fell from their twitching bodies, leaving them sweaty and naked and whimpering as the air touched their sensitive skin. Glynda had an idea of how to end this, but first she’d have some of her own fun. With a flick, both their eyes were obscured by blindfolds. Their sight cut off, they squirmed and struggled, but Glynda’s telekinesis was more than sufficient to hold them in place. “Well?” Glynda asked, walking toward Blake and touching the crop to her lips. “How are you enjoying your punishment?” “A-Ahn…this…” Blake licked around her mouth and groaned. “This is hotter…than anything in my books…!” “Oh?” Glynda allowed herself to smirk, and stepped even closer — until her soft lips were mere inches from Blake’s, and her giant tits smushed across the younger woman’s bare chest. Blake’s sweat was sure to make her shirt even more transparent, not that she cared. Her left hand went below, to massage Blake’s cum-packed pussy and plunge three fingers inside, carefully extracting a thicker and thicker drizzle of rich spunk from her clenching folds. Blake moaned in bliss, eagerly driving her hips against Glynda’s caress, groping out for her lips…which Glynda denied her, turning her head sharply aside so Blake’s mouth touched lightly against her jaw. “I think the point of your punishment might be lost on you. Ah, well.” She slid her cum-slimed fingers up Blake’s twitching belly and chest, then pushed them into the Faunus girl’s mouth. Blake flinched, then started to suck her fingers clean, running that delightful tongue of hers over and between Glynda’s digits. Glynda let the girl please herself for a moment, before slapping her lightly across the cheek and squeezing her left tit, giving it a playful tug that made Blake mewl. “My, my…” After that, Glynda turned to Jaune and grasped his cock in both hands, pumping it slowly and firmly as she gazed into his dazed, moaning face. His jaw hung open, and he panted for precious air as she kneaded his colossal dong between her slender palms. Slowly, she hunkered down on her thick thighs and pushed back her hair…then lifted her shirt with a swift series of tugs, stretching the material out and around her giant boobs to free them in a juicy, sweaty cascade! Her bare tits flopped out of their restraints and plapped together, massive and weighty and perfect — and in the next moment, she was hoisting them with her hands, spreading them wide, and sealing Jaune’s cock between them! Jaune yelped and stiffened when that pillowy valley closed around his sensitive dick, shifting and squirming in his invisible restraints. His tongue hung from his mouth, and he gurgled and groaned in utter bliss as Glynda started to pump her tits up and down. She leaned against him, jerking him off slowly but firmly between her goddess boobs, never looking away from his overjoyed face. Even with a blindfold on it, was all too clear how Jaune was feeling; he moaned like a slut and panted deep, happy gulps of air, his cheeks red and his lips twisted in a crooked ahegao-grin. “How disgusting,” Glynda said, then squeezed her tits between her biceps and started to thump them up and down with all her might! Jaune wailed helplessly, spasming and jerking as Glynda took charge of his nervous system, making him jolt around like a puppet on strings. Her tits bounced around his throbbing cock until his thoughts melted into a slurry, his tongue hung from his open mouth, and tears of painful bliss crept down his cheeks. Glynda refused to show him even the slightest bit of mercy — and when, at last, he took a sharp, orgasmic gasp, she gripped her tits as tightly around his cock as she could! Jaune erupted a geyser-load that fired so high in the air he managed to splatter his own face with cum. “HooOOOooohn--!” Jaune wailed, canting his head in bliss. Glynda just squeezed her tits tighter as hot globs of cum rained down on her, splattering her face, her breasts, her asscheeks…and the floor behind her. Jaune had never cum so hard in his life – he felt like his very life-force was being drained out of his cock, blurring his mind and making his consciousness start to slip. The busty teacher never relented; in fact, she opened her mouth wide and let her long tongue flop out, forming a slick pink cup for Jaune’s spunk. Her mouth soon filled, and she withdrew her tongue and pressed her lips together, her cheeks bulging around the huge blob of rich jizz…which she swallowed, sending a big, bulbous lump down her neck with a thoroughly obscene glrp noise. By the time Jaune stopped cumming, Glynda’s clothes were drenched in spunk. She rose, letting his cock fall from between her tits, and peeled off her soggy shirt to toss it aside, standing shirtless and shiny between her hopeless captives. She was breathing heavily despite herself, and as she set her glasses to one side and shook out her hair, she decided now was the time — time for the grand finale! She gestured with her riding crop, and the two squirming students were drawn together. Blake’s legs wrapped around Jaune’s hips, his arms hooked under her thighs, and his cock — still erect, in spite of everything that had happened — slipped slowly between her delicious pink petals. Blake groaned in pleasure, feeling that perfect cock fill her up again. Glynda used her hands to adjust their position, bringing their mouths together and making sure their chests were grinding tightly, sweat drizzling down their tightly-joined bodies. “And now…” Glynda murmured, and made one final flourish. Suddenly, a massive sheet of latex sprang from her closet and wrapped around the pair, binding them up in a tight ball, covering every inch of their bodies and then squeezing tight, vacuum-packing them inside. Suddenly, every curve and contour of their bodies became visible, like they were one being of insurmountable lust continually fucking itself. They squirmed helplessly as they were restrained, confined, unable to breathe…until Glynda poked a hole in the latex with her nail, granting them the faint bit of air they needed to survive. “Now, this is a chair,” Glynda said, and levitated them behind her desk. They continued to squirm and groan as she planted her thick butt on Jaune’s back, getting nice and comfortable atop the grinding, latex-bound lovers before pulling her paperwork toward herself. “Quiet down, you two. I have a lot of work to do before I turn in—” She glanced at the clock — “five hours from now. If you’re good, I’ll let you out after that.” And so Glynda leaned forward, ignoring the lovers’ muffled moans as she started to write. As she worked, she used her Semblance to lock the door. She had to shower soon, but first she wanted her captives to understand just what kind of situation they were in. Maybe they’d learn a lesson from all this, or maybe they wouldn’t. Glynda found herself hoping for the latter; she loved to punish unruly students, and she had plenty of ideas for this pair in particular. Lots of toys she’d never had the chance to use on anyone but herself… Well, that was all for later. She hunched her shoulders and got back to work, enjoying the squirming of her new chair.
Title: [RWBY] I Could Take 100 Grimm (In A Fight, Right) Chapter title: Ruby-and-Weiss Story Description: Team RWBY is hunting Grimm...but not to slay them. Instead, they have a competition to see who can 'dominate' more of these big, lustful monsters...but just how well will they fare? --- Check out my lewd visual novel here! Or check out my Patreon! Anime & Manga: RWBY Story Content: “Okay, Weiss, let’s see what you’re really made of!” “What I’m made of? You have a lot of nerve, Ruby…” The two girls stepped forward, Ruby stretching her arms behind her head while Weiss set her hands on her pretty hips. They glowered at the monsters arrayed before them, the huge Grimm slathering with their jaws apart and their cocks erect. Fires glittered in the teammates’ eyes while, further back, their friends called encouragements toward them: “You can do it, sis!” Yang cried, cupping her hands around her mouth. She was perched on a log, sitting in the sidelines, while nearby Blake leaned against a tree and watched with her catlike yellow eyes narrowed. Ruby glanced back at her big sister and winked. “I’m gonna show this rich girl who’s boss!” “I’m being ganged-up on,” Weiss muttered, and nudged Ruby’s side. “Focus. These are still dangerous monsters, even if they’re…ah…excited…” ‘Excited’ was an understatement. Team RWBY had stolen up upon the horde of Grimm during whatever constituted for breeding season, and at the sight of these young women approaching openly, the beasts showed nothing but burning lust. They waited, eyes ablaze, drooling with anticipation. Of course, now that the girls had come so close, there could be no escape until they’d satisfied all of the horde’s desires. And what would it take to satisfy them…? Based on those massive cocks, so hot that they steamed faintly in the night air, it would take more than an ordinary woman could hope to give. Thankfully, these were Huntresses approaching the monsters, and they were confident in their abilities…for the most part. No amount of confidence could take off the nervous edge as Ruby and Weiss stared down the abominable creatures, their chests rising and falling in their gym outfits, their midriffs, legs, and arms all on display. Their hearts were pounding, their faces red as they shared brief glances with each other. They’d challenged each other to take on as many Grimm creatures as they could, but now that they were face-to-face with the prospect…well, they were wondering just how well-advised their decision had been. Too late now. The monsters were approaching, surrounding them, making a clearing with the two girls at its centre. Ruby and Weiss went back-to-back, hands clasping each other as they huffed and puffed for air. “You ready?” Weiss asked in a timid voice. “O-Of course! Are you?” Weiss sniffed, then let go of Ruby’s hands. “Good luck!” As though a pistol had signalled the start of their race, they parted – and rushed at the Grimm. Yang, still sitting on her log, crossed her arms and whistled as the mass of Grimm writhed and barked and snarled…and pieces of clothing flew up from amongst them. “They’re blocking the view,” she complained. “You want to get closer?” Blake asked. “Ah…later.” A big grin spread across Yang’s face. “Gotta let the rookies have their turn, right?” - “Augh---GLUKHH!” Weiss’ eyes rolled back in the sluttiest expression she’d ever made as her mouth, her lips, were stretched to double capacity and her pretty, refined neck swelled out like the disposable onahole it was. “Huggkh, GLUKK, GLUKK, GLUKK, GLUOKHH!” Then she started to slobber and choke as the monster jerked her back and forth in clawed hands, rocketing her up and down his gigantic, canine-esque cock with brutal blows! Her tongue flapped out uselessly while her eyes practically turned into love-hearts, her mind melting under the force of the Beowolf’s thrusts. She wobbled in his grip, her small tits jiggling toward the sky as he bulged her from neck to stomach with his abnormal cock, brutalising her squishy gullet with big, drool-splattering slaps and claps. GLOK, GLOK, GLOK, GLOK, GLORRRK! Weiss guttered and squelched and slobbered on his dick, spit stringing in her hair as it swung beneath her. She clamped her thighs together around her soaking cunt, squirming and gagging, speared on the fattest cock she’d ever taken! Each THWAP sent a savage impact through her, making her flex and convulse in response. Nearby, she could hear a second source of powerful plapping… PLAP, PLAP, PLAP, PLAP, PLAP! Ruby squealed on all fours, her thick, doughy asscheeks hoisted high in the air and wobbling wildly as the took a slamming from a huuuuge Beowolf! He covered her with his massive frame, claws scraping the ground to either side of her head as he jiggled her hindquarters with rough, bestial thrusts! WHAP, WHAP, WHAP, PLAP, CLAP! Each thrust caused a backblast of precum from, her helpless asshole, and before long, she was spitting up the stuff as well; hawking and spurting fat globs of sticky white nut from her lips and nostrils as her small body failed to contain it all! “Unngh…ghhuahh…fuuuck…!” Ruby braced herself, sticking her ass up and back as firmly as she could, but it was pretty much useless; the Beowolf was far stronger than her, easily overpowering and breaking down her resistance until she was back to frantic, helpless squealing, her wet hair falling over her eyes as her asscheeks bounded back and forth, growing slick and reflective with sweat – just like the rest of her body. Her perky tits squashed into the ground, flattening out with each meaty WHUMPF of the Beowolf’s hips. As Ruby and Weiss shook and wobbled around massive, slut-gaping monstercocks, more and more Grimm gathered around. All were desperate to have their turn, growling and shoving as precum dripped from their erect bitchwreckers. They were each of them capable of ruining any woman, of turning her holes into jizz-spurting craters, and right now, 100% of their attention was fixed on these two girls. THWAP THWAP CLOP SMACK GLORK GLURK SCHLOP CLAP! The sounds of intense fucking grew heavier and sloppier as the two Beowolfs pummelled Weiss and Ruby into the dizzy depths of bliss. Ruby’s asscheeks reddened under the pulverising assault, her eyes shooting up and back as she bared her teeth in a snarl of frustration, struggling to contend with the absurd sensations rolling through her body. She arched her back and clawed at the ground, grunting with each impact, straining all her muscles just to keep herself face-down, ass-up…as opposed to ‘flattened into the ground’. PLAP, PLAP, PLAP, PLAP, PLAP! She was experiencing an asshole-gaping unlike anything else, gurgling as she took the Beowolf’s monstrous slamfuck, guts stretched wide open, his cockhead penetrating her stomach from the wrong direction and SLAMMing her belly-bulge into the ground. “Ungh, ungh, ungh, ungh, ungh!” Weiss was faring no better, squawking and hiccupping and slobbering on rushing monstercock like nobody’s business while her tits bounded and her hands grappled onto her own hips! “Hlllghhk!” she choked, blowing spit-bubbles through her nostrils as her own tears dribbled up her forehead and into her silver hair. THWOP, THWOP, CLOP, GLOKK, SCHLORK! The Beowolf fucked her face without mercy, hurling all of his bestial strength into each balls-deep thrust. He was close to his limit, throbbing and roaring as he prepared himself to blow, shunting her down to the hilt of his cock again and again, squeezing tighter around her waist, adding pressure to the already monstrous strain of her insides! HURK, GLURK, GLURK, GLURK, GLURRRRK---! The Beowolfs came almost in tandem with each other, erupting inside Ruby and Weiss and washing their guts down with ungodly torrents of jizz. Ruby let out a deep, rumbling growwwl a moment before she glussshed hot, sticky cream from her mouth and nostrils, while Weiss hauggkhhed pitifully as her asshole gaped around a fat surge of jizz that splattered and slapped across the floor in glue-thick tides! The two girls gargled and twitched as the monsters came through them, arching their backs and trying to hold onto their dwindling sanity – even as they experienced their own intense, shuddering orgasms! As they squirted and trembled like the broken sluts they were, the Beowolfs slowed their thrusts…whining in pleasure…and at last, pulled slowly out of their wrecked holes. Schluorrrrrrp… When the lupine beasts’ cockheads vacated their soaking holes, Ruby and Weiss were let go – and flopped to the ground in gurgling, jizz-spitting heaps, their eyes faded and tongues dangling out amid widening pools of steaming spunk. They gazed at each other across the clearing, hurking and groaning, trying to pick themselves up. Despite the exhaustion of their bodies, they wanted to keep going – to prove they could stand up to any odds, no matter how dire…! The Beowolfs converged. They were angry with lust, tired of waiting for their turn, and this time they weren’t going to let the humans off with one partner at a time. In their horny rage, they intended to stuff their holes two, three at a time, even if it meant stretching them beyond recognition. As Ruby and Weiss got up on their knees, heaving for precious air, they looked at their oppressors and moaned weakly. Was this the end for them…? Suddenly, the sea parted. The Beowolfs moved aside, huffing and grunting in annoyance – making way for something bigger. The Beringal approached, scuffing the ground with his monstrous fists, billowing breaths and snapping at any of the beasts that tried to get in its way. At one point, a Beowolf stepped out in front of the ape-like creature and snarled a challenge…only to be tossed effortlessly aside by a massive sweep of the Beringal’s arm. Ruby and Weiss gulped. The creature was far, far larger than them, outclassing even the Beowolfs by a wide gulf…and when they saw the monster’s cock, they knew they were really doomed. It was longer than either of their bodies, a steaming, goo-spitting abomination of a member, throbbing upright with a deep and hungry lust. The monster punched the ground then, and hooted a challenge to the remaining Beowolfs…who backed away, making even more room for the massive ape. The Beringal had Ruby and Weiss all to himself. In the very next moment, they were both seized up – snatched in massive hands that wrapped all the way around their waist, and hoisted into the air. They wailed and yelped in the monster’s clutches, knowing exactly what was coming…and when the Beringal smushed his ultra-broad cockhead up against Weiss’s tight little asshole, the heiress gave a squeak. In the next instant, she GLUORRRKHed as the Beringal wrenched her down – and his cockhead burst from her mouth, dislocating her jaw as he impaled her on his giant cock! Weiss glurked and gargled frantically, wide-eyed, pawing at the shaft that kept on crawling from her sloppy, drooling, gaped-out maw. Her eyes swivelled to peer at Ruby, who was being turned over and lowered, made to kiss the tip of the Beringal’s cock…! GWORRK! Ruby’s jaw distended, neck and stomach stretching around the Beringal’s thrust as he plunged his dick down her throat – and made her kiss Weiss. Their lip-stretched smooch was exaggerated by muffled groans and raspy glurks as they spasmed and twitched on the beast’s dick. A moment later, the pressure became too much, and his cockhead burst from Ruby’s asshole with a gooey sluorp! Both girls were impaled on the same dick, squirming pathetically as the Beringal growled in deep satisfaction. A moment later, he squeezed them both tight and started to jackhammer them up and down his colossal cock, beating his dick through them with tremendous, meaty SLAPs and CLAPs! His balls swung up to beat Weiss’s thighs as he engaged his hips, clobbering both girls all the way through. His cockhead burst in and out of Ruby’s mouth, creating a SCHLUORP, SCHLUORP, SCHLUORP noise neither girl had ever heard before. Ruby’s eyes rolled back, and she quivered in ecstasy as her cunt clamped and squirted. No one had even touched her pussy yet, but the stimulation from inside was just too much to control. Ruby and Weiss bounded up and down the monster’s cock, their arms and legs flopping uselessly as their vision blurred and their ears rang. All they could taste was dick. All Ruby could see was that giant cockhead bursting into view, surging back and forth under her nose, while all Weiss could see was Ruby’s pussy squirting over her forehead! They GLARK, GLARK, GLARKed with the Beringal’s thrusts, swinging up and down, back and forth, losing their minds more with each savage pump… The Beringal gave a loud roar as he reached his limit, slammed forward one last time, and exploded while his cock was running all the way through both of those jiggly sluts! He hosed thick geysers of cream high in the air, squeezing and wringing Ruby and Weiss’s waists in his giant fists, adding to the pleasurable pressure around his cock. His monstrous balls pulsed against Weiss’s thighs and asscheeks, pumping abnormal volumes of spunk up his spasming shaft – until he’d shot several gallons of the stuff! At last, as his load started to calm down, the Beringal sat back and watched his cock sag with Ruby and Weiss still speared on it. They gargled and spluttered meekly, eyes blurred and tongues draped out against the giant ape’s shaft, fingers and toes twitching… Suddenly, there came a voice, and the crowd of Beowolfs parted once again – this time to let another pair of women through. “Mind if we join in?” Yang and Blake advanced slowly, with a sultry swaying of their hips and a simmering look in their eyes. They stopped before the Beringal, Yang smirking as she took in the sight of her sister and the stuck-up heiress impaled on dick. “Pretty crazy, huh, Ruby?” Yang asked as the two broken sluts slowly crawled off of the Beringal’s softening cock. They flopped to the ground once they’d extracted themselves, gargling in puddles of jizz, too weak to pick themselves up anymore. Yang stepped right up to Ruby and towered over her, her giant big-sister chest almost blocking their view of each other’s eyes…until she stooped, cupped Ruby’s face in a hand, and lifted her head. “Don’t worry. Your big sis is gonna take care of everything.” She dropped Ruby and rose, turning to face the Beowolf horde. “And that includes all of you! So get ready to face the pain…” “Don’t you mean ‘pleasure’?” asked Blake beside her, causing Yang to scoff. “Pain and pleasure go hand in hand…and once we get started, these guys will wish they’d never been born…” She cracked her knuckles and advanced on the Beowolfs, Blake following slightly behind. “I’m gonna beat my previous record.” “That…might be difficult.” “All the more reason to try!” Watching them go, Ruby and Weiss stared in disbelief, still sweating, still gaping, still oozing jizz from their holes. “Whuh…Yang…” Ruby rasped, but it was useless; her sister was too far away to hear. “Okay!” said Yang, hunkering down low and slapping her thigh, looking almost like a Sumo wrestler getting ready for the next bout. “Who’s first?” The Beowolfs hesitated, making low rumbling sounds in their throats. They clearly sensed this women – and Blake – were threats to be reckoned with. The beasts lowered their heads close to the ground, snarling… And then they all charged at once.
Title: [RWBY] I Could Take 100 Grimm (In A Fight, Right) Chapter title: Yang-and-Blake Story Description: Team RWBY is hunting Grimm...but not to slay them. Instead, they have a competition to see who can 'dominate' more of these big, lustful monsters...but just how well will they fare? --- Check out my lewd visual novel here! Or check out my Patreon! Anime & Manga: RWBY Story Content: Yang stretched her arms behind her head, pushing out her boobs in a mighty heave meant to make Blake jealous. The catgirl kept staring down their opponents with level eyes. “I’m not sure there’s enough of them to please us,” Blake said. “Pssh, now you’re just showing off. What do you—” The Grimm chose that moment to charge, the whole horde of savage beasts surging forward like a wave to crash over and around the two Huntresses. Yang gave a yelp as a huge Beowolf snatched her by the right thigh and flipped her up off her feet – sending her crashing down on her back, with her lovely blonde hair tumbled out on the ground around her. Her massive boobs, bound tight in her gym top, sloshed up to jostle against her face as she squirmed and kicked, laughing at the Beowolf’s attempts to strip her. “We’ve got a feisty one!” “Mm…” Blake responded dully, already kneeling before a towering Beringal. The ape-like beast clamped a palm over her entire head and pushed her forwards, smushing her face against the tip of his monstrous cock. She opened wide eagerly, and rolled out her agile pink tongue to flick and slurp across the head of the monster’s cock, gurgling as he started to ooze thick, white seed into her mouth. He was a potent beast, and she intended to see just how far that potency reached…as she hooked her thumbs into her gym top, and started to stretch the hem outward and upward, freeing her big, fat tits from containment. As the Beowolf dropped onto all fours over Yang, she gave him a wink. The creature seemed so brutal, so self-assured in his superior strength, that all he could do was yelp when the blondie grasped him around the head with her arms and legs, smushing her breasts around his snout, and twisted him over and around. He was forced into a roll, ending with Yang on top and the great wolf-like monster underneath; she sat on his pelvis with his enormous cock jutting up against her asscheeks and back. Only then, as the Grimm writhed beneath her, did Yang hoist her top. It took some stretching of the fabric to free her giant breasts; the fabric pressed on her soft, pillowy mammaries and lifted them alllll the way up…revealing more and more sweat-glossed underboob…until her absurd breasts dropped from their confines and plapped down on her abs, jiggling, ridiculously buoyant for their size. She licked her lips and shook her chest from side to side, slosh, slosh, as she wiggled her thick ass back and forth against the Beowolf’s cock. “How d’you like these?” she purred, before leaning forwards, pulling up her hips, and laying her tits on the Beowolf’s chest – as she tugged down her grim shorts! Once she was naked, Yang plapped her butt down on the monster’s stomach, provoking another mighty wobble through her chest. She pushed a hand through her golden locks and gave him a wide smirk, simmering with cruelty, as she tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. “Ready to get this party started?” “Mmf…schlurrp…” Blake slobbered and slurped on the Beringal’s monstercock, running her tongue in messy spirals across his precum-oozing crown, making him throb and groan in deep, lustful frustration. Presently, she popped her lips away from his meat and licked around her mouth, before giving a deep, resonant swallow. “Glup… Yang, don’t tease the poor thing.” “But teasing’s half the fun! Spoilsport…” She blew a kiss to her squirming partner, who was still struggling – and failing – to rise against her constant butt-shuffling. Now, though, Yang slammed her heels into the ground and hoisted her hips up high – lifting her bare pussy clear over the head of the Beowolf’s cock so its tip could mash against her soaking womanhood. “Ungh… Okay, elevator to the bottom floor, please!” The monster was incapable of understanding her, of course, and Yang was doing little more than showing off for Blake – but when she finally rammed her hips down and stretched herself around the Beowolf’s massive cock, she gave a delighted shriek like nothing else! “Auggh---!” Her violet eyes rolled up and back, and her teeth slammed together in a frantic, dizzy grin as she speared herself full of monstercock, stuffing her pussy to an abnormal strain and bulging out her tight, trained abs into a dick-warped slut-gut! She crooned and rocked her hips from side to side, gripping the Beowolf’s cock tightly inside her, feeling it pulse with need. “Oho…” And then Yang started to slam her hips up and down, up and down! She squashed her huge tits on the monster’s chest at first, grunting with each soggy, sloppy hammer-blow, fucking his cock with all her might! Her pussy raced up and down, each delve causing a minor backblast of clear sex-juices as her eyes rolled even further back, and her jaw clenched tighter in strain! “HNGH, NNGH, UNGH…!” She clapped and plapped her asscheeks together in the course of her savage slamfucking, wheezing through her teeth as her hair grew wetter and more tangled. Eventually, she lifted her chest off the creature and straightened her back, bouncing up and down with the force of her legs alone, gasping with each womb-punching plunge, cupping one toned arm under her tits as they bounced and sloshed and bounded all around. Whap, plap, plap, plap! She gaped herself out with reckless enthusiasm, wheezing desperate gulps of air into her lungs, all while punishing the Beowolf for daring to oppose her! A few metres away, Blake watched with interest…until the Beringal squeezed her skull and WRENCHED her down his cock with a massive GLUORRRK! Her jaw dislocated, eyes rocking back and watering as her neck and stomach bulged around that massive throatwrecker of a dick! Almost impaled in a single thrust, Blake sucked and schlurped on the Beringal’s shaft, glugging and spitting, pawing along the floor on her hands and knees. The ape-like monster grabbed her waist then, and with both hands on her, gave another mighty tug that surged her a good foot or so forwards! SCHLURRRKK—GLOKK! Blake’s mouth was forced all the way up to the Beringal’s hilt, streaming bubbles down her chin, and she glugged and glaaargled noisily, spitting and schlurping, as the pressure on her asshole grew and grew…! SCHPLUTT! Her asshole gaped open, and the Beringal’s cockhead burst forth into the open – impaling her all the way. Blake’s yellow eyes grew wider and more desperate as the ape-monster started to THRASH his hips back and forth, fucking her all the way through, bursting his cockhead in and out of her asshole again and again, spurting ropes of precum that painted the floor several metres away! Blake could do little but glark, glark, glark as the monster punished her, thrusting hard and fast, clopping his giant balls up against her neck and tits! Yang laughed as she saw Blake run through on dick. “Should’ve picked a smaller one, huh?” she called…only to hesitate when a shadow fell across her. She looked back to see a second Beowolf looming over her, snarling, drool dripping from his cruel jaws. He ran his tongue around his mouth in a big, hungry lick… “Uh oh,” Yang chirped – a moment before the beast grabbed her waist, lined up with her tight little asshole, and rammed himself inside! Yang was stretched violently around two massive monstercock, groaning, going cross-eyed as the beasts gaped her out like never before! Two huge bulges churned her belly while she trembled and gurgled in bliss. She hugged her gut tightly with one arm, bracing herself as the Beowolf above her started to thrash her ass with brutal blows, impacts shuddering through her one after another. THWOP, THWOP, THWOP, THWOP, THWOP! He plunged her asshole with ungodly amounts of dick, driving into her again and again, trying to clobber her into submission! Yang was tougher than any of the monsters believed, but even she was struggling with this amount of dick. She grinded her teeth together and drooled heavily, eyes flaring from violet to red as her blonde hair started to blow – her Semblance activating in response to punishment! Still, her arms were pinned to her sides by the Beowolf’s grip, and though tense and angry, she was sailing through worlds of pleasure as well, and all she did was struggle faintly as the brute-beasts’ fucking caused her massive udders to flop, dance, and bound all over the place. Fwop, plap, plap, clop! GLARK, GLARK, GLARK, GLARK! Blake throated monstercock in quantities she’d never believed possible, her jaw twitching with each impact, her tongue rolled out to present a red carpet for the ape-monster’s oversized balls. He fucked her throat, stomach, guts, and asshole with each impaling thrust, brutalising her stretchy body, turning her into the fucksleeve she was always meant to be. Her tits swung and jiggled while her asscheeks strained around the obscene cockhead that kept bursting from between them, her thighs now thoroughly coated in ballslop. She curled her toes and juddered in bliss, fists clenched tight, cross-eyed as she endured yet another white-hot orgasm. “Hlrrrghhkk!” The Beringal just squeezed her tighter and fucked her faster, jerking her up and down his dick as much as thrusting through her. GLORK, GLORK, GLORK, SCHLORK, GLORK! Sweat dripped from Blake as she went back and forth with enough speed to shake her brain into a dizzy stupor. She held on with all she had, but that just equated to clenching her fists tighter, her face burning red with the attempt to remain conscious against the thrashing, jiggling assault. Suddenly, the Beringal growled and slammed her down to his hilt, holding her there, using her jaw to provide pressure around the base of his mighty, throbbing, cumming cock! He exploded thick jets of semen through the air, ropes that leapt across the clearing to slosh, slap, and make lots of gooey puddles. Blake gargled, trapped on a dick that throbbed so powerfully it felt as though she’d tear around its obscene, stretching girth. She kicked weakly at the air, deprived of oxygen, tears streaking down her crimson cheeks as she gave off choked little squeaks and splutters. The Beringal thrust her up and down his cock as he came, milking out as much thick, churning batter from his huge balls as he could – before wrenching her off of him all at once, and holding her up in the air! Glaaaah! For a moment, Blake’s stretched maw and insides allowed him to see all the way through her, into her mouth and out of her ass, before her body and Aura started to tighten her up again. Satisfied, the monster tossed Blake aside…where she was immediately snatched up by a pack of Beowolfs hungry for their own turn. Yang gave a deep, angry groan, flexing her biceps amid the Beowolfs’ grip…and with a mighty heave, she burst free, lifting her arms in a big, bicep-bulking pose of might! “You boys…ungh…have had your fun…” she snarled. “Now it’s my turn!” She started to slam her hips up and down again, thrusting against both of the Grimm’s dicks and taking them unbelievably deep, all the way to their hilts, at once! The Beowolfs whimpered in response to her powerful shaking. They were already on the brink of orgasm, and the now the golden-glowing slut was pushing them over the edge! They barked as they hit their limit, and delivered thick, churning geysers of jizz to Yang’s insides. She yelled in triumph, clamping an arm down on her swelling belly, huffing and puffing what few breaths she could before---glrrrmmppph! Her cheeks swelled out, her mouth filled with cum from the wrong direction. Twin jets of splooge spurted from her nostrils and soaked her tits, her face growing redder and redder…but now her belly looked heavily pregnant, and the internal pressure was just too much. She threw up a thick torrent of spunk, an arching spray that drenched her naked body in hot ballbatter. She trembled and glurrrrgled on spunk, flicking her tongue around outside her mouth, shoulders sagging as her hair stopped glowing. The Beowolfs emptied their giant loads into her and through her, filling her belly up to an unbelievable degree, until her tummy looked like a big balloon. Only then did they come to a rest. The Beowolf behind her started to pull out, and Yang helped by lifting herself up, schlorrrping those fat cocks out of her inch by slow, bubbling inch. At last, their tips glorped out of her holes, leaving them gaping and winking, and Yang staggered away from the wheezing beasts, unsteady on her feet, clutching her belly as cum spurted from her pussy, asshole, and oozed from her mouth in bubbly hiccups. Yang staggered a few steps, then straightened and mounted her fists on her hips, glowering at the wall of Beowolfs that now faced her. “Hey, boys,” she said. “I hope you’re ready for a—bluerrrgh…” She bent over and puked up a litre of cum, then rose once more. “—Ready for the time of your lives!” The Beowolfs grabbed her. - Ruby and Weiss watched the proceedings in utter disbelief. In the wake of Yang and Blake’s introduction, they’d been left more or less alone – left to wallow in their cum-stuffed weakness, and slowly recover as they gasped deep breaths of air. Now they sat on the ground, huffing and puffing, naked chests heaving in and out as they watched Yang and Blake take on hordes of beasts one after another. “Wow,” Ruby said, running a hand through her cum-soaked hair. “I had no idea Yang was so powerful…” “You’re telling me,” Weiss muttered. Suddenly, a pair of shadows fell over the two girls, and they eeped as they looked up and back. - A minute later, all of Team RWBY was lined up in a row, hoisted in the arms of mighty Beowolfs who fucked their asses with huge, clapping, smacking blows. Their tits jiggled and leapt, and their expressions strained and reddened as their bellies bulged around huge thrusts! Facing outwards from their beastly lovers, they could do little but wail and moan as they took the thrashing of a lifetime, asses gaped and guts churned by massive, power-pumping dicks. CLAP, CLAP, SLAP, CLAP, SLAP, CLAP, THWOP! The monsters brutalised them beyond belief, slamming them with a ravenous energy that seemed like it would never run out! All of their voices raised, all of their tits jiggling, all their asses smack, smacking against rushing monster-hips, the girls gave in to the overwhelming bliss… …and when their partners came, all four of them puked thick, white spunk in gallons-thick torrents while their bellies swelled out around the Beowolfs’ gurgling cumloads, their tummies growing and sagging under the weight. One by one, the members of Team RWBY were dropped face-first onto the forest floor, where they lay gargling, squishing their own cumguts beneath them, spurting splooge from both ends. “A-Awesome…” Yang muttered when she managed to gasp a breath. “Fuckin’…awesome…” “Hnnngh…” Weiss just trembled and gurgled, too weak to do anything else. Ruby was in a similar situation; only Blake managed to rise her voice enough to give a weak response. “How’re we…gonna get out of this…?” “Easy,” Yang wheezed, reaching back with a trembling hand to slap her own ass. “We just gotta…empty the balls of every last Grimm here…!” And judging by the shadows growing around them, that was far easier said than done. The wall of beasts closed around Team RWBY, blanketing them from sight, and a moment later the clapping, plapping, roaring orgy resumed.
Title: [RWBY] Ilia, Blake, and Jaune's Faunus Fuckfest Chapter title: Purr Story Description: Ilia follows Blake into a love hotel - only to learn she's become a part of Jaune's faunus harem! - Champion of Venus, my lewd visual novel, is out now on Steam and Itch.io! Join Rayne for an adventure packed with the kinkiest scenes you've ever seen in a video game. Anime & Manga: RWBY Story Content: Ilia tiptoed down the corridor, her jaw tight and her eyes angry, making her way toward the door for which she’d fashioned a fake key. Her hands were shaking, and she struggled to control her breath; she knew exactly what she was going to find behind that door, but she couldn’t believe it until she witnessed it with her own eyes. Surely, her Blake couldn’t be such a depraved slut. Surely Blake wouldn’t go down on her knees for a damned human. Ilia wet her lips with a long Faunus tongue and paused, steadying her breathing, before advancing to the door. She could hear it even now: the creaking of bedsprings, the rocking and shaking of wood, the high-pitched panting of several people. Ilia scowled through the crimson blush on her cheeks before introducing the key to the lock, and slowly turning it – so quietly that no one in the room would hear. She grasped the handle and twisted it gently, inch by inch, until there was nothing stopping her from easing the door open just a fraction – and peering through into the hotel room. What she saw defied belief. - Clap, clap, clap, clap, clap! Velvet knelt before Jaune, her expression twisted into one of pure, crimson-blushing pleasure, her jaw clenched and teeth grinding as she swayed from side to side under Jaune’s thrusts, under each powerful plunge of his gigantic, throbbing cock— --directly into her right ear. In the doorway, Ilia stiffened, her eyes widening as she saw Jaune fucking Velvet’s ear. He clutched her bunny ear in one fist, holding it aloft as he mindfucked her with deep, suqleching slaps, each thrust causing the naked rabbit-Faunus to croon and clenched her thighs tightly around her soaking pussylips, to curl her fingers deeper into her own sopping folds, squeaking and shrieking under waves of pleasure so intense they felt like pain. With her free arm she clutched her own tits, holding them against her chest in a squishy, jiggly pancake while her master took his pleasure from her helpless body! Two other girls were here, too. Neon Katt sprawled on the bed, unconscious, her belly bloated with hot, churning spunk that even now oozed from her stretched pussylips and her mouth in great, bubbling, gurgling globs. Her toes flexed and curled in pleasure, and she clutched the bedsheets in both her fists, squeezing tightly even in her pleasure-sleep. Seeing such a debauched display of fucked-out ecstasy, Ilia bit her bottom lip – but the sight of Neon was nothing compared to the other girl in the room. Blake knelt beside Velvet, hugging her arm and pressing her tits up against it, while eagerly kissing Jaune’s glossy, pink cockhead whenever it burst from Velvet’s opposite ear! She wore a face of worshipful bliss, eagerly smooching, suckling and lashing her tongue against Jaune’s glans whenever it appeared, letting her tongue swirl out of her mouth in hungry spirals, making all kinds of wet “schmoo” and “puah!” noises to further energise Jaune. Ilia had no idea how the human was still going. He’d clearly dumped a few loads inside Neon already, and bloated, tied-off condoms littered the floor, each bloated to the size of a balloon! Despite that, he was still rock-hard, still raring to drill his giant cock through Velvet’s head to the tune of harsh, sloppy slaps while Blake worshipped his cockhead and fondled Velvet’s tits in her hands. Ilia felt sick. She thought back to her attempts to track Blake, to follow her through the streets. In years past, Blake would have noticed Ilia before long, but this time…these last few weeks…Blake was distracted. She went from place to place with an airy glee about her, her thoughts clearly elsewhere. Whenever she joined up with Jaune, she was eager to press up alongside him – to feel his arm hook around her waist and pull her against his ribs. Her yellow, catlike eyes sparkled whenever he touched her. Ilia had tracked this foursome all the way to the hotel. She remembered watching from the other side of the street as Jaune pushed Blake and Velvet up the steps, seizing their thick asses in his hands and giving them a hungry squeeze. They’d giggled and skipped up the steps, all too happy to have this brute of a human grope them like they were nothing more than objects. Ilia realised she was gritting her teeth, beads of sweat forming on her back as she watched the lurid display. She’d allowed the door to open a little further; now she closed it to a fraction of an inch, fearing being spotted. Besides…she was in no state to reveal herself just yet. She was blushing red, sweating, and her pussy was getting— A door hinge broke. Ilia yelped as it slanted sharply, and she toppled forward in a mad sprawl that ended with her on hands and knees, in the middle of the room. She slowly raised her eyes…peering up…to where Blake and Jaune looked down with her in surprise. Velvet was right in front of her, her spread thighs and bare, dripping pussy…twitching as the rabbit Faunus masturbated wildly… “Hnnnngh---!” Velvet moaned, and arched her back in orgasm. Suddenly she was squirting, slick ropes of clear girlcum splattering across Ilia’s face as she lingered there on all fours, staring in disbelief. Velvet bucked and squeaked and jerked her hips, shoulders rearing back, her jaw clenching and teeth grinding, eyes flying up and back in their sockets! “Ilia…?” Blake asked in a dull, far-off voice, still resting with her lips against Jaune’s cockhead. She looked like she’d say something else, but just then, Jaune gave a THRUST that carried his cockhead deep into Blake’s mouth, bulging out her left cheek and making her groan. As her eyes blurred and she made out with Jaune’s cock, he grinded his hips against Velvet’s head and ran his fingers through her hair. “Hey,” he told Ilia, who fixed her stare hatefully on him. “You wanna join in?” Blake popped her lips off his cockhead, smiling wide even as ropes of drool dangled between her mouth and his tip. “That’s a good idea!” she chirped, stroking her own pussy with one hand and Velvet’s hair with the other. “Join us, Ilia! We’d love to have you…” Jaune pushed at Velvet’s scalp, and with a soggy schluooorp!, his cock emerged from her ear, trailing strings of semen in its wake. Velvet swayed there on her knees for a moment, fondling her soaking pussy and gargling happily, before simply flopping forwards onto her tits and face, lying there wheezing as cum streamed from both her ears. Ilia stared in horror at her, then reflexively turned her head away when Jaune approached. She got up on her knees and held out a hand. “Wait---mmph!” Her eyes went wide as Jaune shoved his giant cock into her mouth, grasping her ponytail and pulling her towards him. She saw Blake crooning joyously in the background before Jaune’s powerful body filled her vision, looming over her and pressing against her, offering no mercy. His massive cock stuffed her mouth to the brim, scrubbing its salty taste across her tonsils and squishing her tongue to the floor of her mouth. His tip prodded her throat, and she thought he’d stop there, but that was just wishful thinking; looming further over her, he pushed forwards and down, and Ilia glurked as her slender neck bloated around Jaune’s obscene monstercock! Her eyes strained, and she gurgled and squelched noisily on his colossal dong, jerking and twitching, grasping his legs! She wanted to insult the big, stupid human, but with her throat gaped out wider than her fucking wrist, there was little she could do but GHLURRRK! Jaune grasped Ilia’s hair tighter and started to thrust, using her throat like a goddamn onahole, rocking her back and forth as he fucked her face hard and fast. GLUACK, GLUACK, GLUACK! Ilia’s long tongue spilled from her mouth, draping over her chin and serving as a red carpet for Jaune’s heavy balls to SLAP and PLAP against as she took the dicking of a lifetime. He pounded her full-force, as though he hadn’t just spent hours demolishing a group of curvy sluts beyond their sanity. Her neck shrank and swelled with cock again and again, tears streaking down her face. As she choked and gargled, Blake came up alongside her and leaned against her side, crooning in her ear. Ilia couldn’t help but feel warm when Blake’s nude body was pressed up against her own, couldn’t help but gurgle when Blake’s fingers slipped into her pants and began to knead her slick, needy pussy. It was everything she’d always wanted…except under widely different circumstances. As the pleasure of Blake’s touch filled her, Ilia couldn’t help but react positively. Her tongue slipped out further and further, coiling itself around Jaune’s thrusting cock, forming a tunnel of squirming tongue for him to thrust into. Her eyes rolled back in her head as he pounded her like crazy, straining her jaw and driving his cock almost all the way down into her stomach with every thrust. GLACK, GLACK, GLACK, GLACK, GLACK! Spittle flew as Ilia choked on monstercock, grasping her own thighs for support, watching Blake out the corner of her vision as the cat Faunus kissed her cheek, licked the tears and sweat from her skin, treated her like a lover… Ilia clenched her thighs around Blake’s hand and guttered out a frantic groan between deep, cock-choked squelches. She’d wanted to be alone with Blake, but this…this wasn’t so bad, once she got into the rhythm of it…! “Ungh…” Jaune growled as he pumped her throat harder and faster, amazed by the way her tongue spiralled around his shaft. “That feels…hhuh…” His eyes started to roll, his pleasure getting the better of him, causing his giant fuckrod to throb and fatten, his neck muscles to tighten, his jaw to clench…! When Jaune came, he jerked forward sharply, burying every inch of his colossal cock down Ilia’s throat with a spit-splattering GLRCH! Ilia went cross-eyed then, as a red-hot torrent of seed blasted her belly and filled it to the brim in a matter of seconds, gushing so hard that she could hear his cataclysmic orgasm. A moment later, the excess surged up and blasted from her nostrils, from the corners of her lips, drenching Jaune’s thighs and pelvis with thick, white sludge! Ilia glurked and gargled, slobbered and twitched against the base of his cock, helpless to stop him from bucking against her and firing more thick splooge, more obscenely potent baby-batter down her sloppy gullet! Her belly pouted out from the sheer volume of cream packed inside her – until he was finally finished, and he wrenched his ridiculous dick out of her throat in a single motion! “Bluerrrghk!” Ilia’s head shot back, and she puked a pressurised tide of semen, a geyser of thick white sludge firing several feet up into the air before slapping and splattering down all over her face, her tits and shoulders, painting her until she was almost completely coated, and her belly shrank down flat once more. “Wooow,” Blake crooned in her ear, and began kissing the cum off her skin, slurping it up with hungry licks. Ilia groaned and shuddered. Feeling Blake’s tongue sliding across her body was a dream come true, but as she juddered there with her legs spread wide and juices dripping from her pussy into the seat of her pants, she couldn’t help but feel cloudy…distant…unable to focus on much but Jaune’s giant dick throbbing over her, drooling cream into her open mouth… When Jaune leaned down and grasped her collar, Ilia gave a little squeak of glee. - Moments later, she was naked and up in the air, her thighs squeezed almost to her shoulders as Jaune lifted and dropped her on his giant cock! SLAP, SLAP, SLAP, SLAP! She wailed in absolute bliss, her long tongue waving and swirling around in the open air, her small tits bouncing as Jaune hammered her cunt without mercy. Her belly bulged with each balls-deep thrust, surging out against Blake’s own belly as she wrapped her arms around Ilia’s head and kissed her deeply. The cat and chameleon Faunus made out passionately as Jaune fucked Ilia hard, each brutal SLAP sending a ferocious jolt through Ilia’s body. She could do little but cling to Blake and kiss her with all her might, gurgling as their tongue overlapped and wrestled with one another. Ilia’s tongue-tip delved further and further back, trailing all the way to the base of Blake’s tongue before pushing further still, into the dip of her throat, wriggling and squirming inside her long-time crush as they crooned into each other with deep, boiling passion. Ilia realised that she could never be Blake’s girlfriend – not with Jaune and his monstercock in the way – but maybe she could be Blake’s fellow slut, and wouldn’t that make her happy…? “Ungh, ungh, ungh, ungh!” Jaune growled as he fucked Ilia stupid, sending ripples through her perky ass as he tugged her legs even higher up, using them as handlebars to pull her towards him each time he lifted and thrust his hips. CLAP, CLAP, SLAP, CLAP, SLAP! His balls flew up and down in the air, churning up what promised to be a truly obscene load for the chameleon girl speared on his dick. Blake served as a platform for him to thrust Ilia against, trusting her to brace and resist no matter how hard he pumped. He was near the end now, holding himself back from his limit, groaning and gnashing his teeth as waves of bliss flowed through him. He clenched his fists around Ilia’s thighs and let out a savage growl, just before— SPLRRRRCH! Jaune let out a long sigh as he exploded inside Ilia, hosing her womb with giant jets of cum, flooding her so much that her belly bloated once again – rounding out and swelling with esch furious burst. He kept jerking even as he came, jiggling her on his dick, growling and grunting while Ilia and Blake made out around breathy gasps of bliss. By the time Jaune was finished, Ilia looked truly pregnant, her belly obscenely swollen and sloshing full of hot jizz. He rocked his hips slowly back and forth, coming down gradually from his intense orgasm, huffing and panting as waves of pleasure tickled him from head to toe…until at last, he pulled out and dropped Ilia into Blake’s arms. Blake gasped, but tumbled back onto the bed and lay there with Ilia on top of her, both of them resting on the exhausted Neon Katt, ignoring her as they made out. Ilia’s tongue-tip was in Blake’s stomach, making the cat Faunus gurgle and groan, but neither of them minded; they just kept on smooching, sucking, wrestling tongues, as cum oozed and spluttered out of Blake’s gaping pussy. Ilia had joined a harem. She’d process that fact a little more later – but for now, she was content to enjoy Blake’s warmth, to live out a fantasy she’d held for many years…
Title: [RWBY] Jaune & Yang - Made For Each Other Chapter title: Pyrrha-is-weeping-somewhere Story Description: After confessing his attraction to Yang, Jaune engages in sweaty, muscly, soul-burning sex with the bustiest gal at Beacon. I have a Patreon! Donations help with my game's development. Champion of Venus Version 0.2.2 is now available to the public! Anime & Manga: RWBY Story Content: Yang’s wavy blonde hair tumbled across the pillow as she flopped backwards onto the bed, causing her huge tits to leap in her bra. Her hands settled on her abs, and she spread her legs wide – all without taking her eyes off of Jaune. She blinked, and suddenly her eyes weren’t violet anymore; they were crimson slits, gazing at him with love and lust. “Hey,” she purred as a hand slid down, creeping along the hard surface of her belly until she reached the plump, needy cameltoe tucked in her black lace panties, stroking her fingertips over it. Her toes curled in tense pleasure, and she trapped her bottom lip between her teeth as a happy shiver went through her rock-solid, yet wondrously curvy form. “Your confession kinda…riled me up, so why don’t you come over here and…ah…help me out?” Jaune was at a loss for words. The most gorgeous woman in the Academy was waiting for him with legs spread wide, inviting him in, masturbating in front of him without a hint of shame or embarrassment. He gulped; while Yang might be able to control herself, his brain was swimming in a soup of dizzy lust. He wasn’t sure he could do anything without making a complete fool of himself, and yet…he couldn’t just do nothing; his pants were straining around the weight and mass of the mother of all boners, and Yang had taken notice: he saw the tip of her tongue flick across her teeth as she admired the size of his bulge, a low croon rising in her throat. She seemed intent on melting Jaune into a puddle of horny goo, and it was working all too well. “Ah…yeah,” Jaune said at last, his voice breathy and weak. “Let me…let me help.” Still stunned with lust, he unbuckled his belt and tugged it off, watching Yang’s red eyes follow it as he held it out and let it drop. Next to go was his zipper; the red-hot bulge in his boxers throbbed visibly as it unfurled into the looser compartment of his underwear, stretching out the elastic waistband so it pulled away from his pelvis. If Yang had been standing, she would have seen the bridge of his cock slightly bending as it stretched his boxers to their limit; the shape of his cockhead was clearly visible through the fabric, dampening the material with precum as he panted for air. It seemed the two blonds were made for each other; both rocked killer bodies, and sexual assets big enough to shame the next person. It was as though their very genes reacted to one another’s presence, stirring up an electric storm inside them and between them, making them unable to focus on anything but each other. Jaune hooked his fingers into his waistband and tugged down his boxers, revealing his cock’s vein-riddled bridge to a gasping, groaning Yang, angling his meat downwards until the waistband cleared his tip – and his enormous, two-foot shaft leapt into the air, smacking against his abs before dropping and bouncing before her. His balls were the size of her fists, full and smooth and weighty, and as globs of precum oozed from his pink glans onto Yang’s thighs, she stuffed two fingers into her mouth and panted with joy. Jaune watched her tits heave in and out, her nipples stiffening up behind her bra while beads of sweat started to glitter all across her body. “Oh fuck,” Yang breathed. “Look at that thing…! No wonder girls find you irresistible…” “Girls…find me irresistible?” Jaune asked dizzily. His legs were touching the edge of the bed now; he leaned over Yang with one hand on the mattress, his cock throbbing hungrily over her legs and groin. Yang smirked at him and curled a toned arm behind her head, still rubbing her pussy furiously through her panties. “You didn’t notice? I guess you’re as dense as you look. You should hear what they say about you in private – but, ah, that’s beside the point…right now…” Even as she spoke, her crimson eyes dropped slowly to stare at his dick again, and her neck pulsed in a deep gulp. “Uh, listen. Even if I scream…even if I beg for mercy…I don’t want you to stop, not until you’ve rammed every last inch inside me. Deal?” “Huh? D-Deal,” Jaune answered quickly, wiping sweat from his brow. He lowered himself over Yang, resting his elbows beside her shoulders. As his broad, toned chest pressed down on her massive boobs, she gave a tender cry. Jaune’s cock rested on her abs, savouring the warm washboard that tickled his sensitive underside, occasionally squirting wads of precum into her deep, pillowy underboob. “But…I’ve never really had eyes for other girls. You’re the only one I want.” Yang sucked a sharp breath between clenched teeth, then released it with a growl. “Okay, cherry boy, quit it with the flattery and start stirring me up, or I might be inclined to take it by force.” Jaune couldn’t argue with that. He lifted himself back, his cock sliding down Yang’s perfect belly until his thick, aching tip prodded her soaking, shaved pussy through her panties’ fabric. He reached down to tug them aside, but she grabbed his wrist to stop him, glaring daggers into his eyes. He understood, and braced himself before guiding his hips slowly forwards. Her pussy was too tight for giant cocks like his; he felt a barrier against his tip, saw her face contort into strained pleasure, but he kept on pushing until her narrow slit began to stretch around his meat. Yang arched her body and whimpered in delight, her cheeks turning dark red while her fists clenched on the bedsheets, juddering with bliss as Jaune’s monstercock ruined her. “Y-You sure about this?” Jaune asked nervously, but before he could continue, Yang pressed a hand over his mouth. He couldn’t help but wonder if her teammates knew what a shameless slut she was, actually wanting the pain that came with being stretched out like a condom around a brutish monstercock. Well, if that was the way she wanted it, who was Jaune to deny her? He’d been holding back a monstrous surge of lust until now, but feeling her cunt engulf his cockhead in tight, convulsing heat was too much for him to handle. He took a deep breath – and then let his true feelings out. Digging his palms into the bed, Jaune STRUCK his hips forward, driving his bulky fuckrod through Yang’s panties and deep into her cunt! She yelped in bliss, her crimson eyes shooting back in their sockets as she was gaped wider than she’d ever believed possible; her pink tongue flopped from her mouth as she screamed his name, jerking her hips up toward him, begging him with her every movement to start fucking her. Jaune didn’t disappoint; gathering up his energy, he rutted into Yang with harsh thrusts of his entire body, rocking over her with hungry grunts and groans. Her tits started to bounce, flopping gorgeously up and down on her chest even as gravity weighed them down, and her perfect thighs started to grip his hips. He sank into her body as a drunkard sinks into a cup of wine, burying his mouth in her neck and sucking on her chin as he pounded her roughly, showing no mercy, doing exactly as she’d asked. “Ffffuck!” Yang hissed, hooking an arm around Jaune’s back and digging her nails into his skin. “You’re…hah…too fucking big!” Jaune, encouraged by her cry, did the one thing that no one should ever do to Yang; he seized a big handful of her beautiful blonde hair, and pulled. The reaction was immediate; a shudder went through her entire body, her lips pulled back from her teeth, and her eyes began to glow bright red. “Y-You sh-shouldn’t ha-ave d-done th-that—” she gurgled, and then lifted her hips in a jerking, jolting orgasm, screaming with bliss as she squirted around his drilling fuckhammer. He gasped as she showed off her true power, nearly lifting him off the bed as her pelvis thrashed beneath him. He pressed down with all his might, pinning the squirting slut and pumping her without mercy, making his monstercock vanish and appear from her tight, suckling cunt at a frantic pace. Schlap, schlap, schlap, schlap! Girlcum splashed in every direction, splattering across her sweaty abs and Jaune’s clenched thighs. Her legs squeezed him tighter with every mini-orgasm she experienced, and soon Jaune felt as though she’d never let go; how could one woman have this much grip strength? It was actually getting painful by the time he made her cum for real again, stealing away her senses in a wash of gurgles and groans, her belly thrashing up against his, her tits pancaking across his chest as she hugged herself into him. At last, her panties snapped, and Jaune fucked her pussy raw, slamming his hips up and down in a stampede of brutish lust. Clap, clap, thwap, clap! His balls pounded her asscheeks again and again, sending ripples across their doughy surfaces while he uprooted her cunt with thrust after balls-deep thrust, coring her out with his unprecedented monsterdick! Her tight abs were actually starting to bulge around the sheer mass of the cock wrecking her insides, lurching almost to her chest with each noisy impact. Both of them were moaning now, their eyes hazy with mutual bliss, holding each other’s bodies possessively. They collided with such power that their brains shook in their skulls, threatening to daze them – but they fought through it with sheer, bullish strength, determined to keep ravaging one another until they’d reached satisfaction. “You’re – hah – amazing,” Jaune groaned, and kissed Yang hard. She met his lips with equal vigour, plunging her tongue into his mouth, not letting him pull away until she’d claimed victory by pinning his slick muscle to the floor of his mouth. All the while, she gazed hungrily into his eyes, letting him know exactly how she felt. SLAP! CLAP! CLAP! Their hips met in machine-like rhythm now; it was clear both of their lower bodies would be numb for days after this, but at least for now, they were experiencing the kind of pleasure others could only dream of. Jaune felt like he was fighting Yang at the same time as he fucked her, yanking her hair back in a ponytail, making her Semblance angrier and angrier, daring her to try to steal control; she squirmed and tossed and wriggled like crazy, but he managed to stay on top, pinning her and subjecting her to nonstop, ahegao-making pleasure. When Jaune broke their kiss, their lips were sealed so tightly together that they flopped apart with a spray of saliva. Jaune clenched his teeth and groaned; he was boiling over, unable to hold back any more. His expression told Yan everything she needed to know – before he could react, she wrapped her arms and legs tightly around him, swallowing his monstercock up in her pussy walls and squishing her tits across his chest, silently begging for his seed. He gasped as he erupted, launching a salvo of thick, white cream across her inner walls, flooding her womb until it inflated like a balloon – along with her rock-hard belly. He remained in Yang’s tight leg-lock for a long time, feeling like his very soul was being drained through his dick, groaning into her neck as he twitched and trembled and juddered in mind-melting delight. She was a snake constricting its prey, her coils remaining rigid and unrelenting for several long minutes…and then her limbs finally relaxed around him, Jaune gave a long, shaky sigh of pleasure. Neither of the lovers seemed inclined to move: they panted for air, chests heaving against each other, staring into one another’s eyes…until, at last, they pulled apart. Jaune flopped onto his back beside Yang, and together they looked at the ceiling, amazed by what they’d just done. Cum oozed from Yang’s gaping pussy in a wide puddle on the bed, while Jaune’s slowly deflating cock spat the occasional, overly virile wad. “Jeez,” Yang murmured at last, bopping a fist against his chest. “Why didn’t…you confess to me sooner…?” “I honestly…don’t know…” Jaune breathed. “Maybe I was scared.” “Hah. You should be scared. If you touch my hair again, I’ll snap you in half.” She sounded like she meant it. Jaune watched her cross her arms behind her head and close her eyes, smiling to herself. “I guess I should introduce you to my dad soon…and then…” As she fantasised about the future, Jaune closed his own eyes – and soon drifted into a deep, happy sleep.
Title: [RWBY] Jaune and Ren's Onsen Extravaganza Chapter title: Hotspring Story Description: Jaune and Ren get steamy while Nora and Pyrrha look on in lust. - Champion of Venus, my lewd visual novel, is out now on Steam and Itch.io! Join Rayne for an adventure packed with the kinkiest scenes you've ever seen in a video game. Anime & Manga: RWBY Story Content: The hot, steamy waters of the onsen were just what Jaune needed to relax. He gave a small, audible groan of pleasure as he sank into the water, spreading out his arms on the edge and resting back his head. He stared up through the steam for a long time, his eyelids slowly shuttering – until the only movement from him was the steady rise and fall of his chest. An indeterminate amount of time later, Jaune’s rest was disturbed by a shifting of the water. He opened one eye and peered through the steam at the young man who’d just joined him. Ren gave an apologetic smile as he settled down a few feet from Jaune, giving a soft sigh of his own as the stress and strain began to run from his toned muscles. “We haven’t trained that hard in a long time,” Ren said as he ran a hand through his hair. “I’ll get cramp if I don’t bathe.” Jaune nodded in agreement, his gaze lingering over Ren’s body. His skin was smoother than most girls’. After a moment, Ren looked away with a slight blush on his face, sensing Jaune’s attention. He didn’t say anything, though, and so Jaune felt no compunction to look away. Thanks to the onsen’s water, he didn’t need to cross his legs or cover his growing boner with his hands; he could let it swell without shame of indecency, knowing Ren wouldn’t be able to see. Hell – maybe Ren was popping a stiffy of his own? On the edge of the onsen, Ren’s scroll buzzed. The slender boy hummed as he twisted in the water and lifted most of his body out of it – reaching across to dry his hands on a towel before checking his scroll. As he moved, Jaune’s eyes widened, alighting upon the vast, rounded curves of Ren’s bubblebutt lifting out of the steamy onsen. Water streamed off of his asscheeks, his hips and thighs, as he stretched out for his scroll – and tucked between those deliciously thick thighs, Jaune spied a pair of plump, palm-filling balls and a semi-erect dong big enough to stretch any hole. Jaune’s neck pulsed in a nervous gulp. When Ren slid back into the water, Jaune was looking sharply ahead, his eyes wide and his chest puffing quickly in and out. Red looked at him strangely, one eyebrow raised, before checking his scroll. “I guess the others are turning in for the night,” he said, then thumbed a response before setting the device aside. He stretched his shoulders and rolled his head in a slow circle, relaxing his neck. “I don’t blame them; today was exhausting.” “Don’t tell me you’re exhausted,” Jaune said teasingly. Something in his tone must have alarmed Ren, who huffed before responding. “I’m never too exhausted for a bath. Jaune, are you alright?” Red asked, edging slightly closer. He held out a hand, touching it to Jaune’s forehead. “You’re all red.” “What, you’re checking me for a fever?” Jaune asked. “Don’t you think that’s kinda pointless, when we’re both in hot water?” Ren kept his hand there a moment longer, skin touching skin, before withdrawing it. “I guess so.” Jaune and Ren bathed in silence for a few minutes longer. Jaune kept stealing glanced sideways at Red’s body, unable to stop himself. The blond was still harbouring the mother of all boners under the water, so big it nearly breached the surface; he had to keep his movements subtle to avoid that happening. His horniness was making it difficult to bathe peacefully, though; he’d come here for a relaxing soak before bed, and Ren was ruining it! At last, Jaune gave a puff of annoyance – and moved. Ren cried out in surprise as Jaune slung a leg across his thighs and mounted his lap, hands on his shoulders, peering down at him with amused eyes. “What’re you…? Ungh…” Ren’s eyes glimmered with shock, his lips pulling in a tight line as Jaune’s monstercock broke the surface of the water and pressed against his midriff, grinding on his stomach almost all the way up to his chest. As the sheer size of Jaune’s dick registered on him, Red’s face turned bright red, his eyes widening and lips parting, looking like a real cock-shocked slut. “Jaune…what…?” “I figure we can get some extra training done before bed,” Jaune said, reaching under the water to grasp Ren’s own dick. It was swelling, just as he’d suspected, engorging with blood as his body responded to the lewd situation. Ren couldn’t prevent his groan when Jaune started to pump his throbbing dick up and down, up and down, encouraging it to bloat fatter and longer with each needy pulse. Ren couldn’t contain his voice, his gentle moans, as Jaune got him all worked up. His heart hammered in his chest, and his pink eyes wavered as he gazed up into his ‘oppressor’s own stare. Their breaths disturbed the steam in the air. Soon, Ren’s cock emerged from the water too, swelling until it reached a comparable size to Jaune’s own – their cocks grinding against each other, throbbing and twitching. “Extra…training…?” Red asked softly, so horny now that he had no choice but to go along with whatever Jaune said. “Yeah.” Jaune started to rock his hips again, grinding his dick up and down Ren’s middle with slow gyrations. Ren tensed up and grasped Jaune’s hips, gasping and moaning as he watched that colossal fuckrod move against him, obviously pleased by the slight friction against his warm body. Ren bit his silky bottom lip and looked away for a moment, but he couldn’t feign disinterest for long; his moans of pleasure pierced the air, whether he liked it or not. “You sure are sensitive,” Jaune said adoringly, rubbing Ren’s shoulders in his hands. “I-I just don’t get how this is exercise,” Ren blurted, blushing hotter than ever. He hunched his body into a tighter space as though shying away from the boy in his lap, but he couldn’t escape Jaune’s affections; lifting his hips, Jaune pushed his cock all the way up to Ren’s lips, touching his broad, pink glans against those delicious kissers. Ren groaned in shock, but he didn’t try to twist his head away; the taste of Jaune’s cock was on his lips, and all he could do was stare into Jaune’s eyes, breathing heavily, chest rising and falling against the underside of the blond stud’s massive cock. After a long moment, Ren let his mouth open…and his tongue snake out, to swirl and slide against Jaune’s cockhead. Jaune gave a happy sigh and bit his lip as Ren showed him the sluttiest face he’d ever seen on a boy, his pink eyes virtually glowing with lust as he stuffed Jaune’s cockhead into his cheek and bulged it out. Ren bobbed his head slowly, slurping on that massive, throbbing fuckrod while gazing into his ‘training partner’s eyes, sucking his cock almost without thinking about it. His hands went to the flanks of Jaune’s monstrous shaft, cupping it tenderly, stroking it up and down while they pumped their dicks against each other with wriggles and pushes of their hips. “Hnn…” Jaune couldn’t hold back his own noises of appreciation as Red grew more and more affectionate in his slurps, stuffing his cockhead even deeper into his maw, soaking it in his drool, swiping his tongue across his tender crown… Precum beaded from Jaune’s dick, and Ren didn’t hesitate to gulp it straight down, his slender neck rippling around big swallows. Jaune cupped Ren’s non-bulging cheek in a hand, caressing him, then hooked a thumb into his mouth to pry it open even further. Ren seemed to understand the message, and he responded without hesitation – pushing down hard, gurgling as Jaune’s cockhead pressed against his tonsils, trying his hardest to shove it down into his throat! After a while, Red went almost cross-eyed as his tonsils spread and stretched, and his neck started to bulge around Jaune’s massive fuckhammer--! He couldn’t get far, not in this position, and was forced to wrench back coughing and spitting, strings of drool connecting his lips to Jaune’s pulsing cockhead. As he gasped for air, Jaune smirked and caressed the boy’s hair…before grasping the band tying Ren’s ponytail and tugging it sharply away. Ren’s long, black hair tumbled free all at once, draping beautifully down his back as he panted and stared hornily at Jaune. The blond wouldn’t leave him wanting for long; cupping Ren’s chin, he leaned in, pressing both their cocks between their bodies as he pressed in for a kiss! Their lips sealed together with a joined moan of bliss, starting to mash, and suckle, and slurp all over each other’s mouths – their kisses growing hungrier and hornier by the second, sinking into a stupor of need for one another. Jaune rocked up and down, pumping his hips, stroking his cock over Ren’s as he teased the dark-haired boy into a molten puddle of slut. “Ah…” Jaune slid his hands up beneath Ren’s armpits and lifted, guiding him up and out of the water. Ren went willingly, sliding his drenched, shiny bubblebutt onto dry land and sitting there with his legs spread wide – in the perfect position for Jaune to grasp them and lift them up high. His thighs acting as a lever, Ren was rolled onto his back – his knees almost touching his shoulders by the time Jaune rose from the water and squatted over his ass. That giant, burly cock poked between Ren’s ultra-thick asscheeks, up against his tight little asshole as he lay there with his long hair tumbled out on the stone around him. He panted for air, dizzy and desperate, his lips moving in silent pleas for Jaune to fuck him. Jaune was all too happy to comply; holding Ren’s legs up high, he leaned forward, getting himself in the perfect position to… THWUMP! Jaune brought his hips down in a battering ram motion, driving his enormous cock through the resistance of Ren’s virgin asshole and deep into his guts! Ren’s tight belly bulged around Jaune’s monstercock, his own huge dick swung back to bat against his stomach, and his eyes rolled back as Jaune rooted every last inch of his meat inside that boypussy with a single, ass-jiggling thrust! A moan of pure bliss burst from Ren’s lips as Jaune rested inside him, growling, adjusting to the tight, baking squeeze of that delicious ass – of Ren’s insides – before drawing his hips back and sliding his cock all the way out to the tip. When just his crown was kissing Ren’s asshole again, Jaune kissed his lover on the lips – their tongues crashing between their hungry mouths – before slamming down once again, sending another ripple through Ren’s doughy asscheeks and making that thick tummy-bulge lurch! Ren gurgled in bliss, precum squirting from his monstercock as it bounded from Jaune’s impacts, beating against Jaune’s belly before swinging back to hit his own. Jaune started to fuck Ren like the slut he was, pounding that delicious boy-booty with all the force he could muster. THWAP, THWAP, THWAP, THWAP, THWAP! Ren’s moans coloured the air as he arched, and pawed across the floor, and then wrapped his arms around his own raised thighs as Jaune power-slammed him! With Ren supporting his own legs, Jaune was able to grasp Ren’s hips and malicious link removed on pulverising his insides, on converting his bouncing ass and tight guts into a perfect pocket for vast, throbbing cocks! Ren’s tongue flopped in the open air, looking more like a woman than ever as he convulsed happily under Jaune’s impactful pumps, moaning and howling and whining like the cock-addled whore he was! Jaune grunted each time he bottomed out inside Ren’s asshole, spearing the slut on his massive dick. “Unnngh…!” Jaune growled through clenched teeth. “Fuck, I’m about to…gonna…” Ren couldn’t believe what he was feeling. Each thrust sent a bolt of pleasure through his core like a lightning bolt, making him whimper, moan, and groan like a depraved whore! His hair was spread out all around his head, growing more dishevelled with each impact, while his tongue flicked around in the air – matching his pink, ahegao-ing eyes! He realised he wanted Jaune to cum inside him, but he didn’t need to say it; his body spoke for him, clenching tight around Jaune’s cock in rhythmic ripples, silently begging the blond boy to decorate his insides with splooge! Jaune pumped harder and faster, plapping his heavy balls against Ren’s own – until, at last, he gave a sharp cry and slammed down as hard as he could, bottoming out in that tight ass! His cock swelled – and he unleashed a torrent of thick, fertile jizz straight into Ren’s depths. Ren siiiighed happily as he took Jaune’s load, his insides filling with hot splooge as the spasms of Jaune’s cock sent him into blissful spasms. His toes curled high above his head, his nails digging into Jaune’s skin as they ground and writhed together in absolute ecstasy… Once Jaune’s load had finally died down, Jaune rested on top of his lover, kissing him, making out with wrestling tongues. All Ren could do was gasp for air and reciprocate, feeling like he’d melted, desperate for affection in the wake of their pounding sex. That was when the onsen wall fell over. Jaune and Ren jerked their heads around, staring in shock at the two girls – Nora and Pyrrha – who’d been leaning against the wall a little too hard. They’d landed on their hands and knees, and they stared at the two boys – one rooted balls-deep in the other – with perverted glee. Both had nosebleeds. “O-Oh, hey, you two!” Nora said, wiping her upper lip violently. “We were just…uh…passing by, and—” “And now we’re leaving!” Pyrrha finished, rising to her feet and pulling Nora up along with her. “So, if you’ll excuse us, we’ll just be…” As they walked away at high speed, Jaune saw Nora nudge Pyrrha’s ribs with her elbow, and ask, “So, did you save the pictures?” “J-Jaune…” Ren said under his lover, squirming in panic. “Don’t worry,” Jaune said, brushing his thumb up Ren’s cheek. “Forget about them.” “But…Nora…!” Jaune sighed – then drew his hips back and gave Ren a hard, booty-jiggling thrust that made Ren go cross-eyed with pleasure, a long moan bursting from his lips as he finally hit his own orgasm. Ren spasmed under Jaune, arching his tight body and squishing his bubblebutt on the ground, his tongue draping on his chin as his own huge cock spasmed, bucked, and spurted rope after fat rope of cream through the air! Jaune ground his dick inside Ren throughout his orgasm, making it last as long as possible, enjoying the sight of Ren painting his own face and hair with long, white ropes of jizz. When his orgasm finally faded, Ren was left exhausted, panting for precious air, staring lovingly at his lover – docile, like an animal. “Like I said, forget about them,” Jaune said, cupping Ren’s face between his hands. “Just malicious link removed on me.” They kissed again, tongues tousling, the intruders completely forgotten.
Title: [RWBY] Jaune and Ren's Onsen Extravaganza Chapter title: Tied-Up Story Description: Jaune and Ren get steamy while Nora and Pyrrha look on in lust. - Champion of Venus, my lewd visual novel, is out now on Steam and Itch.io! Join Rayne for an adventure packed with the kinkiest scenes you've ever seen in a video game. Anime & Manga: RWBY Story Content: Nora awoke to the sound of Pyrrha’s muffled cries. She twisted and jerked, trying to fight, only to find herself tied to a chair – her wrists to the armrests and her ankles to the legs. The chair scooted and scraped across the floor with her frantic motions, but she had no wiggle room; no way to break through her restraints! Wild-eyed, she tongued at the cloth gag in her mouth, blinking away the blur to see Pyrrha in the exact same situation, five or six feet in front of her. Pyrrha’s red hair whipped as she tossed and struggled, but it was just as useless for her; with no metal to manipulate, her Semblance was useless, and though she strained her toned body against the ropes, she just couldn’t snap them. They were both naked, completely and utterly, their bare asses grinding against the wood of the chair, their perky tits heaving with each nervous nostril-breath. They shivered and gripped the armrests tightly, beads of sweat starting to roll down their curvy forms. Just what was this? What kind of treatment was awaiting them? How had they possibly fallen for— “Oh, you woke up,” said a soft male voice. Nora twisted her head to glare at an open door. Leaning in the threshold was a smiling Lie Ren, his pink eyes narrowed to slits as he crossed his arms over his bare chest. He was just as naked as his captives, and Nora’s eyes couldn’t help but flicker when she saw the massive rod hanging between his thick fuckin’ thighs; an obscenely huge, throbbing fuckrod draped over a pair of balls larger than Nora’s fists. She continued to squirm, but in a muted fashion, as she realised what all of this was probably about. The same went for Pyrrha, who seemed equally cowed by the sight of Ren and his enormous cock. As he entered the room, a second figure sauntered in behind him, just as unfairly curvy as Ren; Jaune licked his lips as he regarded the tied-up girls, the way they panted through their noses and bit at their cloth gags. “Well? How do our boxers taste?” Ren asked. “We went for a run first, I’m sure you can tell.” Nora gurgled with disdain. The cloth in her mouth did taste unusually salty. She turned her head and tried to spit, of course to no avail, causing the two young men to chuckle. Jaune slipped his arm around Ren’s waist as he came up alongside the raven-haired boy, naked skin resting on naked skin. Ren smirked and rested a hand on Jaune’s thick bubblebutt, giving an appreciative croon while their captives looked on in anger and panic. “Remember when you two snuck pictures of us bathing?” Ren asked, sqeezing Jaune’s ass. “That was pretty bad of you. So, as revenge…” “I think they get the picture,” Jaune said, and leaned in to nip Ren’s earlobe briefly, sucking on it, making the dark-haired boy shiver and grin wider. Nora scowled deeply and tugged at her ropes again. This was so unfair! How dare these slutty young men capture her, and subject her to this—this porn show! Well…it wasn’t as though she hadn’t spent hours masturbating to the pictures and videos she’d taken of the two man fucking. At least now, she’d get a taste of that action for herself, right…? It seemed that was exactly the way things would go, as Ren and Jaune stepped apart, and Ren stood in front of her, one hand on his swelling monstercock, his pink glare rolling up and down her naked body. Almost unconsciously, Nora’s eyes took on a pleading look. She bit into her gag and shifted in her seat, growing more horny with each passing second. She wouldn’t let Ren see her weak, so she maintained eye contact with him, taunting him, almost daring him. Her view of Pyrrha was blocked, and she got excited when she heard her friend give a muffled yelp--! “Nora,” said Ren. “Better brace yourself.” Nora squinted as Ren stepped forward, his massive cock clutched around the base like some kind of huge, meaty club. Wait – he couldn’t possibly be thinking of… WHAP! He struck her full across the face with his obscene dick, creating a powerful sound and turning Nora’s head. She wheezed a deep gulp of air, while behind Ren, a second SLAP rang out – Pyrrha taking a blow of her own! “Hmmgg--!” Nora growled into her gag, glaring at Ren with her fiercest stare – while he gave his swelling cock a few slow strokes, letting her watch the veins along its length thicken with blood, his monstrous slab of meat filling out inch by painfully slow inch. Once it had twice the bulk as before, he prepared for another slap. Nora braced herself, flinching, but the blow didn’t come – until she opened her eyes again, at which point Ren lanced that slab of fuckmeat across her face, slapping the opposite cheek! “I’m not even that mad about the photos,” Ren said, rolling his head to stretch his neck. “But you and Pyrrha broke that wooden wall, then ran off without paying. You know who ended up footing the bill?” Nora tried to say ‘We’re sorry’ through her gag, but only a muffled groan came out. Ren’s cock was completely hard now, a throbbing monstrosity so wide that he couldn’t wrap his fingers all the way around it. When he moved in again, he grasped her ginger hair in his left fist while holding his cock in his right, bringing the broad, glossy crown closer and closer to her face, until it kissed against her skin and smeared a slow ooze of precum across her left cheek. Nora moaned, her bare pussy getting desperately wet against the chair’s hard surface, feeling Ren’s heat against her face, rubbing one cheek and then the other, before he reached inside her mouth and tugged out the gag – a set of men’s underwear! Once Nora had finished coughing and gasping for breath, she fixed Ren with her most pleading stare. “We’re sorry, alright?” she said, unable to keep a hint of challenge from her tone. She was panting for air, her bare tits puffing in and out, a small puddle of her own juices starting to spread on the wood beneath her. She couldn’t stop shifting her hips, growling with lust as she glared along Ren’s throbbing dick. “So, uh…you gonna…shove that thing in my mouth, or what…?” Ren hesitated, then glanced over his shoulder at Jaune and said, “What do you think?” Jaune hummed and smushed his butt back against Ren’s, pancaking their thick asses together in a slow, sweaty grinding motion. He was holding his own monstercock before Pyrrha’s open mouth, while the red-haired warrior woman gurgled and gasped in her own pathetic lust. “Just one taste?” Jaune suggested, and Ren laughed…before grasping Nora’s hair with both hands, looming over her, and aiming his giant cock directly at her open mouth. Nora groaned and rolled out her tongue, her eyes blurring with depravity, her breaths so hot they virtually steamed in the air. Oh god, she wanted it so badly; she wiggled her tongue and groaned in wanton hunger, squirming, trying to grind her sensitive cunt across the chair…! Ren’s hips jerked forward at the same time as Jaune’s. GLORK! His cockhead plunged into Nora’s mouth, stuffing her right cheek to a massive bulge, pushing as deep as he could – before yanking violently out again. Nora was left with the taste of cock and cum in her mouth, scrubbed across her tastebuds with a single brutish thrust. She rolled her tongue in a circle around her mouth and waited for the next taste, but…it never came. She hummed questioningly and looked up at Ren, who tutted and stuck out his own tongue. “Jaune said ‘one taste’. That’s all you’re getting.” And so Nora had to watch, pathetically unloved, as Ren stroked his cock in front of her, massaging her drool into his length like lube, having resolved not to give her what she so desperately desired – to hold it inches from her salivating, panting mouth while she crooned in pitiful need. “Aww, too bad,” Jaune told Pyrrha, no doubt in the same, molten state of mind Nora was. The two men straightened and turned to each other – turning their bubblebutts toward the tormented girls – and wrapped their arms around each other. The burning-hot, sweating, red-headed sluts got to watch their crushes kiss each other with a passion unlike anything they’d seen before, tongues clashing and lips mashing, hands going to each other’s thick asses and sinking in deep, mauling those giant, pillowy buns until their fingers nearly vanished amidst the squish, swallowed up to their knuckles. They lifted their asscheeks and dropped them in wobbling bounds, squeezed them together and pulled them apart, all so the girls could watch and despair. Their giant cocks ran up alongside each other, grinding and thumping and batting, slinging thin streams of precum from their tips. Their constant oozing became long, hanging ropes that snapped and splattered on the floor beneath them, while Nora and Pyrrha looked on with their teeth clenched together. So unfair… After a while, Ren noticed the girls whimpering. He glanced at them slyly, then whispered something in Jaune’s ear while stroking his hands up and down the blond boy’s asscheeks. Jaune grunted and nodded, and the two men stepped back…back…until those asses hovered over Pyrrha and Nora’s faces. Nora gave a note of confusion, but then Ren was lowering his ass, eclipsing her vision with his moon-like cheeks. “W-Wait!” she yelped, to no avail; his ass kept on encroaching, his soft cheeks pressing over her cheekbones, enfolding her face, squishing back toward her ears. Her next cry was muffled and indistinct – until her nose met his tailbone and her lips his tight, winking asshole. She groaned pathetically, earmuffed by ass, her head tipped back, serving as nothing more than Ren’s throne. She couldn’t even reach up to jerk his cock, with her arms tied down against the armrests! Nora moaned pitifully into Ren’s ass, but there was one thing, at least, that she could do. She opened wide and rolled out her tongue, slurping around Ren’s asshole with slavish revolutions. She heard him groan, and the noise gave her such pleasure that she nearly squirted right there and then. She serviced his asshole with hungry licks, rolling her tongue over and around his needy pucker like it was her only purpose in life, gasping between big slurps whenever she forgot to breathe for a while. Pyrrha, she could sense, was enduring the same torment – and giving the same service to Jaune. Ren rolled his hips in circles, and back and forth, for a while – Nora’s tongueplay keeping his dick nice and hard – until he was ready to move on. He pulled forward, lifting off her face and leaving her looking dizzy, horny, desperately red-faced. When Jaune stepped away from Pyrrha, she saw the warrior girl in the same disoriented state, sucking up her own drool and gurgling like a whore. The two men looked at their ‘pets’ with amusement…before Ren turned around and faced Nora, leaning over the chair and grasping the ginger girl’s wrists, sticking his thick ass up and out toward Jaune…who stepped over him, grasped his hips, and angled his giant cock up with Ren’s asshole. “Whuh—” Nora gasped, but then she saw Ren’s eyes shoot up and back in a wild ahegao as Jaune rammed his ass full of dick! The thrust jolted him so far forwards that Ren’s lips nearly touched Nora’s – and then he was gasping, moaning, as the blond boy pumped his ass full of huge dick! SLAP, SLAP, PLAP, SLAP, PLAP! His asscheeks bounced up and down with each powerful thrust, his massive cock swinging to bat his own belly and sling out fat ropes of precum over Nora’s thighs. Nora wriggled and shrank into her chair, moaning along with Ren as he took the fuck of a lifetime from Jaune and his stupid-huge dick, gaping his asshole open and bulging his belly, making him feel such pleasure that, within a minute, Ren bit his lip hard, cranked back his shoulders, and gurgled in orgasm! His cock bucked and erupted thick salvoes of sperm across Nora’s thighs and belly, hosing her down with powerful ropes that drooled between her legs and over her soaking pussy. She groaned and clamped her thighs together as she came too, squirting slick girljuices across the chair seat as she baked under the obscene fuck-display of the two men. Jaune kept on ramming Ren, kept on swaying him back and forth, back and forth, drawing maddened yelps of pleasure out of him, until he, too, tensed up and growled in the ultimate ecstasy! When Jaune came, he bottomed out in Ren, making sure to flood his insides with hot jizz, before unplugging, grasping his cock in both hands, and jerking it hard as he aimed at Nora’s face. He blasted her features, caking them thick with white ballsludge, before swivelling and doing the same to Pyrrha – painting her face, her tits white with thick spunk! Pyrrha held her mouth wide open, swirling her tongue through the depraved mire and swallowing again and again, basking in the heat of Jaune’s massive load! Jaune kept jerking until he’d oozed out every last drop of his huge orgasm, dripping the last of it over Ren’s ass, which oozed semen in heavy gushes as his asshole winked pathetically. Once he was done, he sat down heavily on the floor and wheezed for air, while Ren chuckled and picked himself up slowly. “Ungh…” Ren stroked a hand through his raven hair and ran the other one over his curvy hip, glaring at Nora and then at Pyrrha. “Well, they did apologise. Shall we forgive them?” Jaune wheezed deeply for a few more moments before saying, “Yeah.” “Then it’s settled.” Ren leaned across to ruffle Nora’s hair, and then, without further wait, stepped forward to shove his half-flaccid cock in her mouth. “Clean me up, and I’ll untie you.” Nora’s eyes blurred as she automatically began to slurp on Ren’s cock, bobbing her head back and forth, scrubbing it clean with her needy tongue. He laughed at the ferocity of her assault, but allowed her to swab her gums with his ridiculous slab of meat until it was good and polished. Then he tugged out, kissed her forehead, and wrapped his arms around her – his chest squishing back her tits – to untie her ropes. “Next time you want to spy on us,” he whispered in her ear, “you should just ask. Of course, you’d be volunteering as honorary cock-cleaners, but I don’t think that’ll be a problem for you.” Nora could do little but groan in response, so horny that she couldn’t even speak. But she nodded, blushing heavily, at Ren’s suggestion. She’d do anything so feel so hot again.
Title: [RWBY] Jaune Bangs the Android Chapter title: Fertilisation-Rate-200 Story Description: A curious Penny invites Jaune to help her discover a new human sensation: 'being fucked silly'. He's more than happy to oblige. - See a penny pick it up, then I put it in a cup, and I got...a penny in a cup. Check out Champion of Venus, my H-Game. Featuring a list of tags so expansive it won't fit in HF's limit. Anime & Manga: RWBYx Story Content: Penny waited with her arms folded neatly behind her back, green eyes wide and brimming with innocent joy – pretty much her default setting. “I am so glad you came!” she chirped as Jaune stepped into the lab, his own expression full of curiosity for his high-tech surroundings. Not only huge consoles and screens, but tanks bubbling with coloured liquids and robotic arms bristling with power tools. And at the centre of this intense, science-fictional buzz stood the world’s most adorable redhead. Sorry, Pyrrha. “Sorry I’m a little late,” Jaune said, stopping in front of the android. “So, uh, what’s the deal? Do you need help?” Penny tilted her head to one side and gave a thoughtful hum. “Help… I suppose you could say that. As you can see, General Ironwood provided this lab to aid with my research. I have gathered plenty of diagnostic data since arriving here, and yet…there is something I cannot study through my high-tech X-ray eyes alone.” Jaune crossed his arms beneath his muscular chest. He had a bad feeling about this. “And what’s that?” Penny hopped forward a step, bringing her chest close to his. She had to stand on her tiptoes to maintain eye-contact, the bright smile never leaving her face. “Jaune – can you show me what is it like to be ‘fucked silly’?” Jaune took a deep breath. “Why do you think I’m the right person to help with that?” “I already told you – high-tech X-ray eyes. I can see through walls. And watching you has been very educational. I did not know human bodies could stretch like that!” Jaune felt himself blushing, and wondered why. He was being propositioned by a beautiful woman – nothing new there – and yet it was Penny. Remote and innocent, Atlas’s poster-girl had never entered his thoughts as someone he’d like to bang – but now, beneath her blazingly curious gaze, he felt a stir down below. “Penny…I don’t know. Usually I don’t have sex with someone because they want to study me.” “Oh? Then why do you have sex?” Penny seemed honestly confused, touching a finger to her chin. “Well, because…uh…” Jaune couldn’t hold a stare that intense: he avoided her eyes, instead looking at a nearby wall. “I do it because the girl’s eager, and sexy, and—” “Am I not eager and sexy?” “You are,” Jaune spluttered, “but—” “I see.” Penny stepped back and mimed his stance, arms folded under her chest. “You need to be ‘in the mood’, yes?” Jaune cringed a little at her analytical tone, but nodded. “Yeah, you got it.” “And being ‘in the mood’ has nothing to do with the erection that is currently tenting your pants?” Jaune looked down. He was hard, exceptionally so: his pants strained at the seams from the sheer bulk of his throbbing cock. It wanted to meet Penny badly, even if Jaune’s own thoughts were askew. He sighed. That was two votes out of three: he’d been overruled. “I guess it’s okay if you just wanna take a look,” he said, reluctantly tugging his belt free. He was surprised when Penny slid to her knees before him, her sparkling green eyes fixed on his enormous boner. He wondered what kinds of thoughts were running around her head. Was this her way of showing she was horny, or was it all just ones and zeroes? Nevertheless, Jaune hooked his thumbs under his pants and guided them slowly down. Penny drew a soft gasp as Jaune’s cock emerged into the open, inch by inch of dense, vein-riddled meat revealed by the descending hem of his pants. His balls were palm-filling orbs, his shaft semi-erect, his thighs wrapped with muscle… Penny took in every detail with her hyper-vigilant eyes, no doubt recording it all for later examination. “Penny,” Jaune said when he was halfway down. “Is there any way you can…uh…turn off your scanners?” She looked up at him. “Whatever do you mean, Jaune?” “I mean…I feel like my dick pics are being stored in some secret Atlas server. That’s not exactly a turn-on for me.” “Hm. I am not supposed to disconnect from the network, but…I can make an exception for my friend.” Jaune felt a kind of tension lift, and with a lopsided grin, he dropped his pants. Penny clasped both hands over her mouth as his cock sprang up against the air, bouncing sluggishly before settling at a slight downward angle, pointing directly at the android’s face. As she stared, it continued to grow: fattening a few extra inches until he was fully hard. Jaune grasped the base of his cock and pumped it slowly for Penny’s viewing pleasure, watching her expression closely. Usually the android girl was difficult to read – or rather, she only ever read as cheery and curious – but now she was showing him a new face, her cheeks turning bright red as she gazed upon his naked cock. When she finally unfolded her hands from her mouth, her lips trembled slightly, forcing her to catch the lower one between her teeth in a steadying squeeze. “Oh my!” she said at last. “Up close, you truly are…abnormally large!” Jaune smirked slightly. “You wanted an education, right? Here’s your first lesson: don’t say ‘abnormally large’. Say: ‘Your dick is so fucking huge, Jaune.’” Penny shivered. “Your dick is so fucking huge, Jaune.” Throb. “Nngh.” Jaune squeezed his meat extra-tight as a thick wad of precum fired from his tip, splattering across Penny’s lips and dripping from her chin. She made no effort to clean it up, but leaned a fraction of an inch closer to Jaune’s cock. “See?” he asked. “Since you said that, it really wants to kiss you…” Penny hesitated, once again chewing her lip. The more her face filled with strained emotion, the more Jaune felt he could do this – that he wanted to do this. Maybe there was more to this girl than code, after all. He bobbed his cock up and down, and her eyes followed, transfixed on his monstrous slab of meat. “May I?” she asked quietly. “You may.” Penny leaned forward and kissed his cock, smushing her lips across its tip and shutting her eyes tight. Her shoulders hiked upwards, her hands balled into fists, and she trembled deliciously as she experienced the taste of an enormous, throbbing fuckpillar for the very first time. Jaune shot precum again, this time painting the inside of her mouth white. When she leaned back, ropes of goo stretched between her lips and his glossy cockhead. Her mouth closed. Her jaw clenched. Her neck rippled. When she opened up again, her maw was cleaned of cum. “Mmn…” Fuck. Jaune hadn’t been sure about this to begin with, but now he was more than in the mood: his cock was entering a frenzy, desperate to drill out this slut’s holes. Acting as tenderly as possible, he grasped Penny’s shoulders and raised her to her feet, his cockhead leaking a trail of slime down her chest and belly. Looking into her dazed eyes, he asked her: “Are you sure you wanna go on? You saw how much I messed up those other girls, after all.” “D-Don’t worry,” Penny said. “My body was built to Atlas industry standards. I can take you…better than any girl. You don’t need to worry about damaging me.” Jaune gulped. An invitation to let loose – how could he refuse? Even the toughest girls at Beacon had their limits, and no matter how much Yang and Pyrrha prided themselves on strangling his cock behind their defined abs, it was only ever a matter of time before they were left twitching and drooling on the floor, their gaped holes oozing cum. Penny – smaller than any of them – was telling him she could take him without issue. Maybe she was right. Jaune was eager to find out. “Okay,” he breathed, and pressed Penny back against a workbench. She hopped onto it and spread her legs wide, lifting the hem of her skirt to reveal her slim, black panties. Jaune wasted no time: leaning of her, one hand on the bench and the other holding her waist, he pressed his cock against her slick cameltoe. She eeped and tossed her head, her fluffy orange hair bouncing from the motion, and then gave him a glare like no other. Her eyes half-lidded, her lips pursing around heavy breaths. Lifting her knees beside Jaune’s hips, she nodded slowly. “Please…take that huge cock…and ram me with it.” Jaune couldn’t hold back any longer. He hoped she wasn’t lying about her body, because he intended not to give her a break until he as fully satisfied. He drove his hips forward, leveraging his entire weight against Penny’s much smaller body, gasping as her lubed android pussy wrapped around his cock. Penny threw her head back in a squeak of shock, hands going to her slim, taut belly as it bulged ridiculously inside her dress, packed to the brim with a cock far too big for a girl of any size, but especially for poor, petite Penny Palendina. “Haa--!” Penny wailed in a moment of dumb bliss, before her teeth clamped together and her eyes jolted back in their sockets. Jaune fucked her hard and fast on the workbench, rutting her without pause or consideration. The wet flopping sounds of flesh striking flesh rang louder and clearer by the second, until the entire lab was filled with the noise of their brutal sex. It took maybe ten seconds for Penny to experience her first orgasm. Her back arched in a sudden, jarring jerk, her knees dug into Jaune’ ribs, and she wailed between her teeth as her pummelled pussy clenched, clenched, clenched around her lover’s monstercock. She squirted all over his pelvis, lubing him up even slicker than before. The sensation was so intense that Penny was left gasping for air, her tongue drooping from her mouth. Jaune caught that pink, synthetic muscle between finger and thumb, stopping it from withdrawing as he leaned down and covered her mouth with his own. Penny gurgled into her first kiss, stunned for a moment, before clamping a hand on the side of his head and hungrily wrestling tongues with him. “Mmgh…” Jaune fucked Penny like she was unbreakable, SLAMMING his much heavier body down on hers in savage hammer-blows. His balls pounded her asscheeks into the workbench, clapping up a storm, while he grasped and mauled Penny’s tits in her dress. At last the garment began to come apart at the seams, and he ripped the dress in half without a moment’s consideration. Her perky tits and cock-bulging belly were exposed, the former bouncing around each time the latter jerked into them. Jaune stirred up Penny’s pussy, churned and beat it like his personal punching-bag, drawing another quivering orgasm out of her, and another… Each time the shrill shocks went through her, ripping her senses through new worlds of pleasure, her eyes lost focus a little more, her face growing sluttier by the second. Jaune was so enthralled in his sex with Penny that he didn’t notice her beginning to short-circuit. The first sign was her eyes: one rolled back while the other stared at Jaune, a bizarre half-ahegao. Her body was so clogged with precum that white slime started to ooze from the corner of her mouth. “Fuck, I’m gonna—” Jaune said, then lurched forwards with a growl, cum splattering as he slammed his hips against Penny’s thighs and asscheeks. He unloaded inside her, mauling her tits in his fists as he dumped massive volumes of jizz into that belly-bulge of hers. Penny wailed distantly as her stomach inflated like a balloon, and then like a beachball: swelling to enormous size around Jaune’s superhuman load. Cum dribbled from her tear ducts, from her nostrils and mouth…even from her ears, as Jaune slowly pulled his cock out of her. When his cockhead popped from her pussy, her gaping cunt immediately hosed a pressure-spray of jizz down the side of the workbench, a miniature waterfall of splooge. Penny twitched occasionally, her eyes blank and unseeing. Occasionally a fresh spurt of cream burst from her lips to coat her face in spunk. “Wow,” said a voice from over Jaune’s shoulder. He turned in a panic, and gasped when he saw a second Penny standing nude before him, hands folded over her belly. She gazed at him with a half-lidded stare of sultry lust, a hip cocked against the air. “You completely ruined me. Even my wildest calculations could not predict that.” “What the… There are two of you?” Penny shook her head. For a moment she looked concerned, frowning to herself. “How should I explain this..? There is only one me – one consciousness – but I am more than capable of controlling multiple bodies.” She stepped forward, one hand rolling down the bridge of Jaune’s monstercock while her breasts smushed against his chest. “Against a stud like you…it was wise to take precautions.” Jaune took a deep breath, and smiled. “You’ve got that right,” he said, and raised a curious eyebrow. “So, uh…how many bodies do you have?” At that moment, the liquid-filled pods around the lab hissed and drained. As the liquid wobbled downward, more Pennies were revealed: pressing against the glass of their tanks, licking their lips as they peered down at Jaune… As the pods opened and the Pennies stepped down, Jaune took a deep breath. It was going to be a long evening. He grasped the Penny closest to him by the hair and pushed her down to her knees, and the others followed suit; two more knelt beside her while others took position next to Jaune, caressing his arms and legs. The kneeling trio tended to his cock, rolling their lips and tongues up and down his expansive slab of meat, their eyes never leaving his. They worked in perfect harmony, neither getting in each other’s way nor pausing to think about what they’d do next: Penny’s genius mind had a processing speed far beyond regular humans’, and as the monitored his reactions, she quickly figured out the best way to put him in a state of pure ecstasy. The sensation of three long tongues rippling, flicking, and curling against his shaft should have made him cum within seconds, but she knew how to avoid that, too. Just as his cock quivered on the edge of release, the pressure backed off – enough for him to come down for a few seconds before she sent him sky high once again. The Pennies lapped the leftover cum from his cock and balls until they were completely cleaned, swallowing his seed hungrily. The one in the centre brought her lips to his tip while the other two sucked on his huge balls, each stuffing her cheeks like a hamster around his cum-churning testicles. The central Penny reached out, placed both her palms against his pelvis, and curled her fingers around his hips. And then, with a sultry expression, she plunged. GLURK! Her neck bloated obscenely around Jaune’s cock, her brows furrowing and eyes lolling back as she flattened her lips against his base. His cockhead punched the pit of her stomach, making even the android choke and gag as her system struggled to cope with the massive insertion. She yanked herself back, then forward, building up a rhythm for the sole purpose of tormenting his cock with pleasure. Jaune moaned out loud, unable to hold it in: he was swimming in a sea of writhing bodies, sweet hands and sweeter lips rolling across every muscle, every feature…exciting him to the edge of insanity. He felt like a god in the midst of his servile nymphs, all so eager to please… Jaune knew he wouldn’t leave this place until he’d wrecked them all. He reached down and wrapped the throatslut’s ginger hair around his fist, then started to WRENCH her up and down his cock with all his strength. GLRK GLRK GLRK GLRK--! She choked noisily on his gullet-polishing rod while the others watched in awe, surprise written on their freckled faces as Jaune systematically destroyed one of their ‘sisters’. The throatslut glugged and gargled, cramming a hand between her thighs to masturbate while Jaune went wild on her poor, whoreish esophagus, pounding her stomach with harsh smacks and claps. Her breasts bounced around in the open, drool slopping down Jaune’s swinging balls and thighs. At first she tried to reciprocate…but soon she lost all strength, and dangled like a puppet from his wild thrusts. Cum spurted from her ears, and she started to quake erratically as her brain shook around in her skull, circuits frying… When Jaune unloaded, her growled and crammed hi hips sharply forward, burying her face in his pelvis as he exploded a gigantic, balloon-bloating load directly into her helpless stomach. She squirmed and clutched her belly, but couldn’t hope to stop the slow, steady expansion. Jaune threw her aside, yanking his cock out of her with a soggy, ‘SCHGLUAH!’, and switched to the next girl. He grabbed two Pennies by their hair, using one to throat his rod while forcing the other deep into his ballsack, making her snort and gargle on his pouring musk while he devastated her sister overhead. He felt a jolt as Penny’ jaw dislocated, but she didn’t seem to be in pain: she just kept rocking back and forth, eager to please and yet pitifully overwhelmed, glurking and hiccupping on his giant slab of meat until he tensed up, arched his back, and erupted huge shots of fucksludge down her gullet. Leaving two bloated Pennies in a heap on the ground, hosing spunk from their mouths and nostrils, Jaune sat on the workbench – directly on the first Penny’s bloated stomach – and pulled the third cocksucker onto his lap. She mewled as his cock rode up her stomach, poking between her naked tits, but she wasted no time in grasping her boobs and pumping them up and down, teasing his tip between them. Jaune grinned and kissed her, hooking his hands under her thighs, lifting her up until her feet were on the edge of the bench and her pussy kissed his cockhead. This time, Penny didn’t need to be savagely jerked onto him: she pumped her hips down hard, groaning into his mouth as his heat filled her. Jaune watched her eyes blur out of focus, her shoulders set with resolve – and then she began to hammer her hips up and down, hugging his neck tightly for support! “Aaa-aaahhn!” she moaned in sweet ecstasy, rocking her ass from side to side, up and down, swirling her cheeks in figure-8s over his veiny fuckhammer! She was getting good at this. Jaune recognised Yang’s technique reflected in Penny’s, and he slapped her ass hard. “Copycat,” he said. “Nngh! I…haah…don’t have my own style..!” “Sure you do,” said Jaune. “Just go nuts.” “U-Understood! Going…nuts..!” Penny closed her eyes and grit her teeth. A moment later, her hips became a blur, pumping on his cock like a jackhammer while he groaned into her jiggling chest. Turning his head away, Jaune locked lip with another Penny clone, flicking tongues with her while fingering her sopping cunt. There was a shared, physical connection between the Pennies: they seemed to experience everything their sisters did, and so Jaune was surrounded by moaning ahegaos, green eyes rolling back and tongues drooping as his cock went schlop schlop schlop under the beat of Penny’s hips. She milked him with endless energy, cumming twice before she succeeded in milking a load out of him: she tossed her head forwards, tucking her chin into her collar and hissing as Jaune inflated her belly. Blrp…blrrgtch… His cumshots flooded her womb until it occupied more space than any other organ, swollen like a heart-shaped beachball by the time his final shots burbled out of him. She moaned into his muscular chest…tipped slowly backwards…and slid off of his cock, toppling to the floor in a spreading puddle of spunk. “Okay,” Jaune said, waving his thoroughly cum-slimed cock from side to side. The Pennies, wild-eyed with ecstasy by this point, gathered before him – all eager to be chosen as his partner. Jaune grinned, pointing his massive dick at each of them in turn as though trying to choose which one was beast. They showed off for him, rolling their hands down their smooth bodies, pinching their nipples, spreading their legs and fingering themselves for his viewing pleasure… A few even turned to each other and embraced, lips locking in shows of lesbian selfcest – their eyes never leaving his. At last, Jaune rose from the deflated belly that was his throne and seized one of the lip-locking Pennies by the wrists – bending her over and slapping his cockhead down on her tight, twitching asshole. She maintained her kiss with her sister, moans muffled, squirming her hips from side to side as Jaune angled up… And thrust inside. Her eyes shot wide open, watering from the combined pain and pleasure of having her anal virginity stolen by a completely obscene monstercock. Jaune yanked her away from her ‘girlfriend’ and ploughed her at a 90-degree angle, his hips colliding with her asscheeks in soggy slaps and claps. She rocked back and forth on his powerful thrusts, ragged gasps bursting from her lips while drool dangled from her chin. Jaune noticed a few of the Penny bodies dropping to the floor in masturbatory frenzies, legs spread wide, spanking their clits and moaning to the air. A few buried their faces between their ‘sisters’ legs and started to slurp away on their cunts. Jaune had a bizarre realisation: there were only two people in the room, and they were locked in the biggest orgy Jaune had ever been a part of. He pumped even harder, drilling Penny with few coherent thoughts in his head. How had he ever doubted her? She was the biggest slut he’d ever been with, recklessly discarding her own bodies in the pursuit of pleasure. He bent his partner lower, making her knees shake as he applied more and more of his weight to his thrusts. When he erupted, she clenched her jaw tight so as not to throw up any of his seed: holding it all inside her as her tummy bloated massively beneath her. Jaune went on like this for a long time, using Penny after Penny, losing count of how many times he came into her needy wombs. Malfunctioning androids littered the floor, twitching and arching their backs, moaning as their stretched holes winked in a vain attempt to close themselves, pouring vast puddles of cream across the floor. Jaune fucked the last Penny up against a wall, her legs hiked up to her shoulders and pressed between their bodies as he hammered her slutty, cumming cunt. Her high-pitched gasps rang in his ear, but he didn’t see a thing: so deep into his pleasure he was blinded, fucking on instinct alone. He arched his shoulders as he came, squeezing her calves tight and flexing his body so no space existed between their tight-crushed bellies and chests. Penny’s belly bloated out to the sides until he dropped her, stepping back and simply letting her fall off of his dick, which slapped up against his torso once again – still rock-hard. “Fuck,” he said, looking across the lab – his handiwork arrayed before him in panting, moaning heaps. He couldn’t believe the sheer scale of the destruction he had wreaked on Penny’s bodies. How many of them were there? He guessed dozens, their bloated and stretched figures intertwined on the floor, oozing cum from their nostrils and ears. “I am impressed,” said a voice from overhead. Jaune looked up, saw the speaker set high in the wall. “In the space of an hour, you have destroyed Atlas property equal to several million lien. Well – I will refrain from telling General Ironwood if you will.” “Where are you?” Jaune asked, still hungry for more. “It seems you have broken most of my standard-model bodies,” Penny said. “There is, however, an experimental model I have been working on.” A light shone in the back of the lab, illuminating a shielded tank that began to bubble and hiss. Jaune saw tubes fill with red liquid as the tank drained, and then there was a deep, metallic clunk of locks unbolting. The door slid aside, releasing a cloud of steam, through which walked… Penny, but not as Jaune knew her. This Penny had the body of a sex goddess. She was taller and far, far thicker than before, her hips jutting shelves of swinging, catlike grace, her breasts head-swaddling mountains mounted on her chest, topped with mouth-stuffing pink nipples. She grinned at Jaune as the steam cleared, parked a hand on a hip, and giggled. “I analysed the features of the girls you like,” she said, “and enhanced them by a factor of two. I hope this body is to your liking.” “It is,” Jaune said dumbly. “In all honesty, my former body was insufficient. Our little stress-test proved that. That is why this body is ten time more durable, ten times more energetic, and…oh, several times more jiggly. Would you like to see?” Jaune looked at his hands, took a breath, and then spanked Penny’s tits with a sharp, arching strike. Penny moaned in pleasure, tossing her head back and fluttering her eyelids as her giant breasts bounded all over the place, jiggling and wobbling and sloshing from side to side. Jaune’s cock hardened like a club, his primitive matings instincts filling him with energy. The strain of thirty-something consecutive orgasms faded to the back of his mind as he gazed upon this new, improved Penny Palendina. “Heeh!” Penny said. “You look like a caveman, drooling over me. I wonder what you’re thinking about…” “You’ve gotten better at teasing,” Jaune said distantly. He sank his hands deep into her gigantic udders and squeezed, watching in awe as his fingers vanished into the overflowing, synthetic flesh of Penny’s breasts. He wanted to fuck them, suck them, slap them, bury his head between them… The range of options paralysed him. What was a man to do? Thankfully, Penny took the initiative away from the poor, stranded Jaune and turned away. He watched her bubblebutt rock from side to side as she marched over to one of the cleaner workbenches and bent over it, palms on its metal surface, nipples nearly brushing the cold steel. She blew a soft puff of excitement between her lips and said, “Well? Aren’t you going to take advantage of me?” Jaune’s goal was in sight – the delicious valley between Penny’s asscheeks, which shifted and jiggled faintly even as she rolled her hips slowly from side to side. He wasn’t about to refuse her kind offer, and so, stepping up behind her, he grabbed huge handfuls of her abundant assmeat and jammed his cock between her cheeks. She gasped as he started to fuck her rumpflesh, grinding his shaft over her tender backdoor without trying to penetrate her. When his hips flattened her asscheeks beneath them, his cockhead reached as high as her shoulderblades – before sliding backwards to her tailbone. These long, steady thrusts went on for over a minute: dragging back, back…and SLAMMING forward with a vibrant SMACK of flesh, sending ripples across the busty beauty’s asscheeks. The Pennies scattered across the floor squirmed, their moans growing louder and more frequent as they shared in the larger, superior Penny’s experience. Leaning further over her. Jaune slid his arms under hers and groped the sides of her tits, mashing them in slow, massaging circles while resting on the bubbly platform of her body. Hearing him panting next to her ear, Penny grinned. “Aww, are you all exhausted?” she purred. “Maybe you’d like a short break?” “No…no way,” Jaune said breathily. “I’m not stopping…until I’m satisfied.” “It sounds like you’re barely conscious,” Penny sang. “Maybe your cock’s gone numb?” Jaune grunted. She was trying to get on his nerves, and it was working. He seized the back of her head tightly, curling his fingers through her ginger hair and yanking her face to the side. Before she could react, he locked lips with her, pinning her tongue to the floor of her mouth while glaring into her eyes, resting his cock on her back. When he finally broke the kiss, he hissed, “Does this feel numb to you?” “Hmm… It’s hard to tell. I’d need to inspect it closer if I were to—” As Penny spoke, Jaune rocked his hips slowly backwards, dragging his cock down her spine until his broad, pink cockhead rested against her plump, twitching pussylips. Now he stole her breath away: lunging forward, driving his monstercock into her womb with a single strike, he succeeded in making her cry out in bliss. Her eyes lolled back in their sockets, her long tongue drooping to her chin as he grew accustomed to the tight hug of her pussy. “See?” he asked as she quivered beneath him. “You’re still shaking like a whore on my dick. I don’t see what’s so special about— Nngh!” His entire body tensed, rising on his tiptoes in shock as Penny’s pussy started to vibrate around his cock, buzzing at high frequency from her pelvis-smooching vulva to her glans-enclosing womb. Not only that: the inner folds of her cunt massaged his cock, wringing back and forth on his meat like a high-class onahole while Jaune shivered and clenched his teeth, trying his hardest not to explode inside her. “Wh-what the..?” “You were saying?” Penny asked, and began to THUMP her hips back and forth to a steady beat, smacking and whacking her asscheeks against Jaune’s abs. He grunted, temporarily overwhelmed by the intensity of her sex. This was nothing like fucking her other bodies: this one was built to dominate any cock it touched. To dominate his cock, in particular. If he wanted to leave her in the same state as the others, he had his work cut out for him. Penny hummed as she fucked Jaune, because that was what she was doing: despite being bent at a 90-degree angle beneath him, face down and ass up, she was fucking him. Her giant tits slid along the workbench, squishing out under her biceps as she patiently, easily hammered away at his crotch. Her expression was blissful, angelic, eyes shut and mouth set into a calm smile. That infuriated Jaune even more. For a moment, all he could do was squeeze her asscheeks and hold on to his sanity, releasing the occasional grunt or gasp of pleasure. “Oh?” Penny asked, looking over her shoulder. “Still holding on? Then try this.” “Wait—” Jaune said, but Penny didn’t intend to let him off easily. The vibrating of her pussy grew audible as it doubled in intensity, trapping his cock in a hell of pleasure. He cried out, spittle bursting from his lips as she tipped him over the edge: huge blasts of creamy goop exploded from around Penny’s pussy, her insides gripping so tightly that it had no direction to travel but back, flowing down her thighs and spreading outwards in a giant, circular puddle of spunk! Splrrrch! Splrrrt… Blrrttt… Jaune twitched and spasmed against Penny, his eyes blurred and expression lax, overcome by the realisation that she’d just milked him, drained his cum like a… Like a machine. “Fuck…” Jaune murmured. Penny was still pumping. Forget using her until he was satisfied: it seemed she had the same idea, with their positions reversed. He shut his eyes and hunched over her, huffing and puffing as the bliss threatened to take over. He couldn’t let himself lose to her, no matter how much he wanted to. Penny had asked to be fucked silly, and that was exactly what he would do to her. Jaune’s back muscles clenched. A fresh growl emerged from somewhere deep in his chest, and suddenly he was lying on top of her, straddling her thick thighs with his legs and bottoming out in her cunt. She hummed a sweet, questioning tone – and then glurked as he hooked a muscular arm around her neck, squeezing tight. “H-Hey,” she said, but then burst into maddened squeals as Jaune started to fuck her with renewed strength. No – he was fucking her harder than ever before, his balls flinging high in the air before clobbering down on her thighs and wobbling them like mounds of jello. Penny detected high Aura readings. His exhaustion was fading away at an inexplicable rate, his energy levels skyrocketing, enhanced by the adrenaline surging through his body. Oh, my – was he using his Semblance? Instead of voicing her curiosity, Penny devolved into maddened moaning, her tongue flicking around her mouth, tears pouring down her cheeks. Jaune SLAPPED her ass hard, leaving a bright red handprint while he devastated her womb, reshaping it into his own, stretchy android condom. “Haah! F-Fuck!” Penny wailed in bliss, burying her face in her arms, submitting to the heavenly battering of Jaune’s monstercock. “Fuck me…harder..!” The lab door slid open. Team RWBY had come to visit their friend, and were busy chatting to each other when they stepped through the threshold. “Great work at sparring today,” Yang said, nudging her younger sister’s shoulder. “You’re improving. Although that somersault manoeuvre was a little…” “Flashy?” Blake suggested. “Inefficient?” “I was gonna say ‘awesome’,” Yang said, covering up for her sister. “Hmph!” Weiss crossed her skinny arms under her chest. “The Grimm don’t care how ‘cool’ we look. We need to secure victory as quickly as—” The group came to a halt. They had already stepped past several bloated, twitching Penny bodies, failing to notice them simply because they were so obscene, so incomprehensible a sight that the girls’ brains didn’t process them. Now their jaws dropped, eyes widening as they looked upon the devastation. Ruby was the first to see Jaune. “H-Hey,” she said meekly, stunned by the sight of Jaune’s massive pillar lunging in and out of Penny, making her moan into her arms, causing giant cascades of cream to slop down her thighs and to the floor. His cum coated the room in puddles, drenched the machinery and oozed from the stretched holes of the android bodies squirming underfoot. Ruby’s gaze travelled up to a monitor that hung overhead, on it a display that looked a lot like a womb. Dozens of sperm were penetrating the fertile eggs, wriggling inside of them, while a scale that read ‘FERTILISATION RATE’ climbed past 150%. Penny’s body vitals were displayed on a separate monitor, and every system was running at over 900%, her processors overwhelmed by what was happening to her. “What—” Blake started to say, but then Team RWBY was stunned to silence once again as Jaune arched his back and RAMMED his hips against Penny’s oblivious to the spectators, the lovers squirmed in orgasmic pleasure. Penny’s pleasure monitors reached dangerous levels, flashing red with error messages as she squirted around Jaune’s hammering monstercock. Meanwhile, he pressed his balls between her thighs and erupted a huge, guttering flood of seed directly into her womb. Before Team RWBY’s eyes, Penny’s belly swelled and swelled, growing beyond the ‘nine months pregnant’ stage as bucket-loads of jizz stretched and stretched her poor, fertilised womb. He impregnated her without mercy, seeding her android eggs, giving himself to this moment of pleasure as though it was some kind of religious experience. Penny, for her part, came several time over the course of Jaune’s own orgasm: her toes curled, her fists tugged at her hair, and she cried cummy tears of bliss as her lover pumped her body way too full of seed. CLAP! CLAP! CLAP! His hips went up and down slowly, drilling her cunt even as he blasted her insides. The movement of his cock allowed more spunk to escape her pussylips, backblasting in every direction. SPLRRCCCHHH! At last, after a full minute of nonstop cumming, Jaune’s hips settled onto Penny’s asscheeks. He rested on her, his feet next to hers on the floor, panting into her hair while she wheezed for her own precious air. She gradually was able to turn her head around, peering at Team RWBY with dim, narrowed green eyes. At first she didn’t seem to recognise her guests – but then, ever so slowly, a grin cracked across her face. “Oh. Salutations, friends. Hnn…as you can see, I just…got fucked into oblivion…and impregnated…so you will forgive me…for my unresponsiveness…” With that, her eyes closed. She fell into a deep sleep alongside Jaune, her energy fully depleted at the exact same time as him. Ruby and Weiss were staring, shocked to speechlessness, when a hand fell on each of their shoulders. They looked up into Yang’s eyes. “You heard the lady,” Yang said sternly. “Let’s give them some privacy.” “But—” Weiss said. “No buts.” Yang was already guiding her Team toward the door, ignoring their high-pitched protests. Secretly, though, Yang was plotting revenge on Penny for stealing her stud. She refused to lose to the android, new body or not. It was time, she thought, for a training montage.
Title: [RWBY] Jaune's Gym Bunnies Chapter title: Working-Up-A-Sweat Story Description: Velvet's in heat. When she sees Jaune working out, she can't help but approach - with Coco hopelessly in tow. - Champion of Venus, my lewd visual novel, is out now on Steam and Itch.io! Join Rayne for an adventure packed with the kinkiest scenes you've ever seen in a video game. Anime & Manga: RWBY Story Content: Jaune gave the air con another smack, and groaned when it still refused to turn on. He climbed down from the step-ladder and tugged out the hem of his tank top, shaking it, attempting to get some air on his skin. It was all useless; he was just cycling warm air. Until he got home and sat in front of a fan, he’d remain in this overheating state. Still, he had to finish his workout. Returning to the bench, he grasped a dumbbell and resumed his curls, staring blankly ahead with his teeth clenched against the heat. Just a couple more sets, and then he could go climb in the shower. He just had to stick this out a little bit longer! While Jaune pumped iron, on the other side of the gym, he was attracting attention. Coco and Velvet, running side by side on the treadmills, were staring fixedly at the blond stud sweating and stewing in his own musk. The two women were just as sweaty as Jaune, their tits leaping up and down in white top that clung so tightly to their bodies that the fabric confirmed to their shapes and rode up their lean bellies. Like Jaune, it took immense malicious link removed to keep up their exertions, and they were starting to falter… “Ohhh…” Velvet crooned, shocking Coco out of her reverie. When she looked across at her friend, she was shocked to see the blurry glaze that had come over the bunny Faunus’s eyes. She panted not only with exhaustion, but with lust as well. “Can’t you smell that, Coco?” “Small what?” Coco asked. “H-His musk…!” Velvet groaned, then switched off the treadmill with a slap of her palm. She jumped off the machine before it fully came to a halt, and grabbed her towel to scrub at her forehead – and up under her shirt. “I can’t believe you can’t smell him! He’s overpowering…” Coco stepped off her slowing machine a moment later. “Overpowering, huh? I guess your senses are sharper than mine…” She glanced at Jaune again, who was still unaware that two gorgeous ladies were staring at him with intense malicious link removed. Coco smirked. “Hey. Why don’t we go say hello?” “Ah…! Let’s…!” By now, Velvet’s clothes were so tight against her quivering, sweat-glossed form that Coco could see the stiffness of her nipples through her shirt, and even the puffy bulge of her pussy through her shorts. What a slut! Coco slipped an arm around Velvet’s waist and pulled her in tightly against her side. “Alright,” she said. “Easy now…” Jaune grunted as he finished his set and placed the dumbbell on the floor. He stretched his arms, swinging them slightly to work out the stiffness – and while he was doing that, he saw a pair of legs step into view. He looked up – and groaned softly. What in the world…? It was as though he’d stepped into a painting depicting pure fertility. These two girls were soaking, and in more ways than one. Seeing their shirts wrapped tight around their breasts, which heaved in and out with exertion and desire…seeing their smiling faces fixed on him, their simmering eyes… It was enough to make any man stir, his shorts suddenly feeling way too tight around his cock. “Uh, hey,” he said. “How can I help you two ladies?” By now, Coco had started to detect Jaune’s scent, and it was having an effect on her like she couldn’t believe. She squeezed her thighs together and bit her lip, trying to ignore the fluttering in her tummy around her womb-area as she gazed at Jaune. The bulge in his pants was all too obvious, stretching out the fabric around his massive coiled cock. Coco had never known a man could be so huge downstairs. She was eager to see more…but at least she still had possession of her thoughts. Velvet wasn’t so lucky; the bunny girl gasped for precious air, her tongue showing over the brim of her lips as she huff-puffed loudly, chest heaving, staring dizzy-eyed at Jaune. “Hiii,” Velvet crooned sweetly. It was taking every ounce of her restraint not to start rubbing her pussy right there and then. If not for Coco’s shoulder, Velvet would have swayed as though drunk; that was just how horny she was! Noticing this, Coco drew Velvet even tighter against her side. “My girlfriend and I have a proposition for you,” Coco said. “How about—” Before she could continue, Velvet broke free of her arms and mounted Jaune’s lap. He gasped as Velvet plomped her thick ass directly down on his crotch and planted her palms on his stomach, peering down at him with wide, almost crazed eyes. Behind her, Coco tighter…and then dropped to a squat before Jaune and grabbed his shorts. “Ah, well,” Coco said. “Straight to it, then.” As she tugged down Jaune’s shorts, Velvet cupped his face between her palms and kissed him deeply. Jaune had no way of preparing himself, and he moaned deeply as her tongue plunged into his mouth to race over his own slick muscle. He kissed Velvet back on pure instinct, too horny not to meet her lips and tongue with his own. While this was happening, Coco was flinging Jaune’s shorts to one side – getting the pesky garment out of the way. His underwear was next to go – letting his huge, throbbing cock burst free into the open air and smack against Velvet’s asscheeks. Without hesitating, Coco cupped Jaune’s huge, full balls in her hands and leaned in to suck on them. “Mmmn…” She slurped on one heavy testicle with slow, suckling smooches, her eyes blurring out of malicious link removed as she bobbed her head back and forth, back and forth…all while Velvet rocked her hips, jostled the bridge of his cock with her perky ass, and trilled into their kiss! Her tongue wrestled passionately, pushing as deep as it could reach, while she reached down Jaune’s back to squeeze his ass. “Mmmnnghh!” Jaune had no way of fighting back. The heat combined with his extreme, deepening lust to render him utterly helpless…except to squeeze Velvet in return, groping her thick asscheeks, fondling the bunnygirl in his lap without restraint or remorse. “Mmmh…” Down below, Coco sucked an entire cumtank into her mouth and slurped on it hungrily, lathering his throbbing testicle in a loving tongue-bath while her girlfriend arched and bucked her hips over Jaune’s cock! Coco watched as Velvet slowly lifted her hips, raising them higher and higher…sliiiiding her slick, soaking pussy along Jaune’s monstercock and then thrusting back to his hilt! She humped along his cock again and again, groaning and moaning into his mouth…before reaching down, grasping her shorts…and ripping them away from her body! Velvet exposed her drenched pussy in all its glory and smushed it against the bare meat of Jaune’s cockbridge. She slid back and forth, back and forth, in quicker and heavier pumps, while Jaune squirmed in deep pleasure from her nonstop affections. She was teasing and pleasing his cock like crazy, making his eyes blur as he surrendered to her assault…but the best was yet to come. Coco watched, eyes narrowing, as Velvet lifted herself up again…inch by inch…until Jaune’s cock stood up tall, and Velvet’s pussy kissed its tip! Squish, press, swirl… Velvet groaned and milked the sensation just before penetration, savouring it, purring over Jaune’s head… And then, with great force, she slammed her ass down! Coco yelped, expelling one of Jaune’s heavy nuts from her mouth as Velvet landed on his lap with a slap! She gaped her pussy open around his monstrous cock, and let out a loud, high-pitched cry of utter bliss, her tongue spilling from her open mouth as she bulged her tummy all the way up to her chest! “Auggh---!” She quivered and arched herself there, gasping and moaning, struggling just to gasp down air. Coco tentatively started to slurp on Jaune’s balls again as the big stud grasped Velvet’s hips and steadied her. A moment later, Velvet found her wits, and started to lift and drop herself on Jaune’s cock with soggy schlop, schlop, schlops! Her impaled pussy splattered slick juices across Coco’s face, making her wince to stop any getting in her eyes. “Mmn…schlgg…” She slurped his nuts like the hungry slut she was, using her hands to massage them…and then force them both into her mouth at once, bulging out her cheeks like a hamster’s! Velvet rode Jaune’s cock with heavy blows, one after another, making her tummy dance in and out with big, reddening cock-bulges. SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK! She howled out, clinging to Jaune’s head for support as she devastated herself on his impossibly massive slut-wrecker. “Ah, agh, ah, haaahn!” Her tongue flopped from her mouth into Jaune’s hair, and she sped up – fucking him like only a bunnygirl could, her big rabbit-ears swinging around in the air as she bucked her hips like a machine! Velvet’s bubblebutt jiggled, wobbled, and slap, slap, clapped directly over Coco, who watched in delirious bliss as she slurped on Jaune’s big, fat balls, basking in his musk, losing her mind to lust… It was all Jaune could do to hold onto Velvet as she grew more and more energetic, yelping and crooning like a wild whore, beating her asscheeks together in big sweaty clops as she stuffed her womb full of massive, throbbing stud-dick! SMACK clap clap CLOP SMACK CLOP SMACK! She kissed Jaune again, clamping his face between her hands and drawing him up into a big, open-mouthed smooch. Their tongues raced together, lashing and stroking wildly, swapping spit until they were both gagging on each other’s saliva. All the while Velvet kept her hips moving, refusing to stop for anything. “Hngh, augh, ah, ahnn--!” She juddered and clenched suddenly, going cross-eyed as she came like the delirious slut she was! As Velvet’s pussy clamped down and squirted on Jaune’s cock, Coco closed her eyes and groaned, lolling her tongue out against Jaune’s ballsack, lapping his big pulsing testicles and drinking her girlfriend’s cum as it ran down their slopes. She just couldn’t control herself, slurping like some kind of barn animal…before lifting herself up, shoving her face deep between Velvet’s asscheeks, and latching onto her tight, quivering asshole to slurp away hungrily. Velvet crooned in bliss, reaching back to curl her fingers through Coco’s hair, petting her girlfriend affectionately as she swirled her hips in circles, in slow figure-eights, grinding down on the base of Jaune’s throbbing monstercock while he panted and wheezed in deep, brain-fried desire. “Haah…hah… You two…are too much…” Jaune rasped, so elated, so exhausted that he could barely meet Velvet’s eye. He smirked though, seeing Coco so slavishly make out with her girlfriend’s asshole as Velvet smushed her pussy down around the pulsing hilt of his cock. “I can’t believe this…” Velvet chuckled and bucked her hips back, making Coco lean away from her asscheeks, stretching a long string of saliva between her asshole and Coco’s tongue. Velvet wagged her ass from side to side, then grasped Jaune’s shoulders and peered deep into his eyes. “Fuck me,” she said. Jaune grasped Velvet and hoisted her into the air, before turning and slamming her back down on the weight bench. She yelped as the big, blond stud covered her, his hands wrapping around her ankles and hoisting them waaay up over her shoulders, pinning her in a mating press! He withdrew his hips until just his cockhead was inside her, letting her feel it throbbing angrily within her stretched pussylips…and he looked at Coco. “Watch me ruin your former girlfriend,” he said. “And then it’ll be your turn.” Coco could only sit back on her knees, gasping for air, her chest pumping in and out with big breaths, as Jaune primed himself…took a deeeep breath… …and then thrashed his hips down, driving every last inch of his stupidly massive cock into her girlfriend’s pussy! Velvet screamed in bliss, eyes flinging back in their sockets, tongue waving free from her lips as Jaune struck a big, fat cockbulge in her lean tummy. His cock vanished into her, squelching her sloppy pussy around its heaving mass, while his massive balls connected with her asscheeks and gave a ringing SCHLAP! Rooted inside of her, Jaune groaned out loud…before starting to hammer her hard and fast, clobbering her cunt with harsh, balls-deep slaps of oversized cockmeat, making her entire frame quake and judder in bliss! CLAP, CLAP, SLAP, CLAP, SMACK, CLAP, SLAP! He fucked her so hard that her slick pussyjuice flew out in every direction, landing on Coco’s face and clothes…while the fashionista just knelt there, watching wide-eyed, stroking her own pussy through her clothes at the obscene display of her girlfriend being devastated on superior dick! He hammered Velvet harder and faster with each passing second, growling and groaning as he pumped her pussy full of his monstrous cock. Just watching that ridiculous length wrenching in and out of her was an incredible, impossible sight… Coco bit her bottom lip and groaned in a low tone, knowing she could never match up to such an obscene rod, even if she used her entire fist and forearm! She just kept on playing with herself, pleasing her own pussy through her pants as Jaune clap-smacked her girlfriend’s pussy into a sloppy stupor! Velvet squealed and moaned and begged for more, clawing and pawing along Jaune’s body as he plapped her silly. His hips bucked several times a second, three or four at least, pumping like…well, like a horny rabbit in his quest to dominate her body. He bulged her belly again and again around his massive cock, filling her womb and making her squeak and squeal in pleasure. She pushed herself past her limits, thumping up against Jaune’s thrusts with a force better suited to battle, huffing and puffing as she stroked her mouth across Jaune’s cheeks, across his lips…! All the while, Jaune kept on clap-slapping his cock in and out of her, blurring her mind and making her eyes roll allll the way back in their sockets! Jaune was on the brink, groaning and snarling, panting for air…before he hunched even deeper over Velvet, clutched her hips, and came inside her. Coco, kneeling beside them, could actually hear the immense load battering Velvet’s womb, filling her with thick, gurgling dicksludge until her belly swelled out like a balloon! Velvet could only kick and squirm under Jaune, so elated that her voice had become nothing more than a long, slurred moan of bliss. Jaune moved back and forth, rolling his hips slowly…until he finally came to a halt. When he pulled out of her – schluorrrrp! – Velvet’s pussy erupted a pressurised gush of semen across the weight bench. She squealed and squirmed, but couldn’t work up the energy for much more than that. Her expression was one of perfect happiness, dizzy-eyed and gargling weakly… Jaune stretched and grinned at Coco, who instinctively opened her mouth wide and flopped out her long tongue onto her chin. Jaune’s cock instantly started to harden again. - Hours later… Coco sat in Jaune’s lap, whimpering as she kissed him deeply. His cock was inside her, stretching out her pussy to an insane degree; she could feel his giant shaft warming her from the inside out, pushing on her inner walls, bulging her belly out like a proud trophy of her accomplishment…and all the while, they cupped each other’s cheeks and kissed deeply, lashing tongues, not letting their lips burst apart for more than a few seconds at a time. Gasping and moaning, stirring their hips, they milked out the sensation of their perfect, slow sex for as long as possible. Her rhythmic motions made his giant cock throb and pulse inside of her, swelling against her inner walls and bringing her pleasure she couldn’t quite describe. It was just heaven, plain and simple. In Coco’s peripheral vision, Velvet sprawled on the floor, cum-bloated and gurgling as she rubbed her stiff clit. She’d taken a few more loads since that first one, serving as a perfect cumdumpster for the overheated megastud…and now Coco was getting the treatment she’d so sorely desired. She moved her hips in circles, huffing and puffing, before starting to bounce up and down – slapping her soggy pussy down on the base of Jaune’s cock again and again! The feeling of that ridiculous cock bucking in and out of her was a pleasure unlike anything she’d experienced. She belonged to Jaune now, wanted nothing more than to be his sex-slave, to be speared on his dick time and again! She bounded harder and faster with each passing moment, yelping each time she brought herself down on that tremendous cock, her expression growing sluttier and sluttier! She kissed him when she wasn’t moaning like a whore, when she wasn’t running her tongue across the inside of his mouth, nibbling his bottom lip, or pitching back her head in big, ecstatic squeals! She felt an indescribable joy at the future – at the prospect of being Jaune’s fuckslave, warming his bed and getting her brain blurred by his giant dick! The thought made her bounce harder, pushing her own body’s limits, determined to make Jaune fall in love with her and her tight, needy pussy! … Unbeknownst to anyone else, a third party was watching the proceedings. Ruby leaned in a doorway, huffing and puffing as she rubbed herself silly through the fabric of her skirt. She’d never known Jaune was so hung! The very sight of it made her mouth water… “Not bad, right?” asked Yang, nudging her ribs. “Mmh…” She leaned down, bringing her grinning lips close to her sister’s ear. “How about you and me pay Jaune a little visit, when he’s least expecting it? I’m sure he’d treat us just as well as he’s treating those two…” Ruby swallowed thickly, and then nodded. There was nothing she wanted more. Chuckling, Yang leaned back to enjoy the show.
Title: [RWBY] Jaune's Island Paradise Chapter title: Hes-canon-MILF-magnet-after-all Story Description: Jaune Arc finds himself stuck on a tropical island with a bunch of curvy MILFs, including Glynda Goodwitch, Willow Schnee, and...Cardin Winchester's mother? Karma is a crude mistress. Champion of Venus - Version 0.1.5 is now available to patrons! The previous version can be played for free here. Anime & Manga: RWBYx Story Content: Jaune stepped out of the tropical hut and into the blazing sunlight, shielding his eyes against the glare. He hadn’t packed for the heat: in fact, he’d been fairly sure he was headed for a vacation in Atlas, but the vacation company had sent him to the wrong destination. Booking issues aside, he’d arrived with three guests – Glynda Goodwitch, Willow Schnee, and Cardin Winchester’s mother, Carla. Meeting Carla Winchester had been a shock to Jaune’s system: she was ravishing, an athletic, tomboyish beauty unafraid to flaunt her busty figure in a bikini or tease Jaune to the edge with her supreme assets. Whenever he saw her, Jaune felt a stab of pure, malicious glee, wondering what Cardin would think if he saw his old rival now. “Jaune,” called Glynda from her towel on the beach. “Did you find it?” Jaune grinned and stepped onto the sand, his heart pounding faster by the second as he approached the two radiant, glowing beauties sunbathing on the beach. They’d bought bikinis from the tourist shop, and now they bore their gorgeous bodies to the sun with no one but Jaune to witness. Glynda sprawled on her stomach, hands folded under her chin, her bra strap lying loosely across the towel while her breasts squished beneath her like twin pancakes; while Carla lay on her back, arms crossed behind her head, grinning as the pleasant sunlight shone over the contours of her taut stomach and huge, heaving tits. Both women sparkled in the sunlight, sweat rolling down their perfect curves as Jaune sat between them with the massage oil. “Where’s Willow?” he asked. Glynda pointed toward the ocean, where a small figure could be seen swimming. Jaune shrugged. Willow was distant at the best of times; it was no surprise she’d wandered away from the group. “So, who’s first?” Glynda shifted and shrugged her shoulders, tweaking her sunglasses so she could cast a sideways glare at Jaune. “Me, obviously,” she growled. “Get to it. My back aches.” “Both our backs ache,” Carla said, pouting. “We need to carry these giant juggs around all day, after all.” Jaune swallowed hard, wondering if he was the luckiest man in the world. He was living out some kind of teenage fantasy – trapped on a remote island with two busty beauties who wanted him to massage them… Already, Jaune could feel his manhood stirring in his swim trunks, its powerful throbs threatening to overwhelm his mind and body. He squirted a dollop of massage oil into one palm and smacked them together, getting a nice, even lather over his hands before looming over Glynda. Sensing his choice, she tensed for a moment, then looked back over her shoulder at him and wiggled her thick, smooth ass from side to side. “Well?” she said. “Begin.” “Y-Yes, ma’am,” Jaune murmured, and lowered his hands to her back. He rubbed slowly at first, amazed that he was actually laying his hands on Glynda’s topless body. He could no longer conceal his boner, and just hoped she wouldn’t look back. He kneaded firmly around her shoulderblades, then up and down her back with slow intensity, each change in the rhythm of her breathing making him grow more and more excited. He just couldn’t help himself: Glynda was a blonde bombshell, and almost every guy in the Academy dreamed of receiving so much as a favourable glance from her – let alone rubbing her back while she lay without a bra on. “Hnng.” Glynda stretched herself out further, groaning sweetly as Jaune eased the tension in her muscles. “I’ll admit, Carla has a point. Having large breasts can be a pain.” “Y-Yeah?” Jaune asked dizzily, not really sure how to respond. “Can you imagine carrying two solid weights on your chest all the time?” Glynda closed her eyes and curled her toes, obviously pleased by Jaune’s efforts. “What do you think?” “What do I think…about what?” “She’s asking if you like her tits,” said Carla behind Jaune, sitting up on her towel with a lewd grin on her face. “Better answer carefully, stud.” Stud. Jaune bit the inside of his cheek as a shiver went through him. He really was living every guy’s dream. “Of course I like them,” he said at last, seeing no reason to lie. “I’m a guy; it’s hardwired into me.” “How honest,” Glynda said, and Jaune couldn’t tell if she was smiling or scowling. “Be careful, Mr Arc. I’m still your teacher.” “Y-Yes, ma’am. Sorry, ma’am.” “I’m glad you understand. Now…you’ve been working on my back and shoulders for a while. Aren’t there other areas that require your attention?” Jaune blinked, not understanding her meaning at first – but then his gaze slid down to her asscheeks, so perky and firm and…round, and he felt conflicted. “You mean--?” “Need I repeat myself?” Glynda snapped. She was enjoying this – playing with Jaune’s feelings. Her thick shelves of booty swayed gently from side to side, so soft and smooth that Jaune couldn’t help himself. “Okay, let me reposition.” Jaune lifted a leg over Glynda’s back and straddled her waist, facing her ass, making her gasp in shock as he pinned her under his larger body. Jaune’s bulge rested obscenely against the upper curve of her butt – there was no way she couldn’t feel it throbbing against her – but she said nothing as he grasped her asscheeks and kneaded them rhythmically under his palms. “How’s this?” “That’s…ah…” Glynda bit her bottom lip and stared down at her hands, unable to think of an appropriate response. She slowly settled down, letting Jaune grope her ass and thighs, working the shiny oil over her perfect skin while Carla grinned on the sidelines. Careful what you wish for,” Cardin’s mom told Glynda, cackling to herself. “Looks like we’ve got a real horndog on our hands. Look at that bulge. Hey, Jaune – how big are you down there?” Jaune’s face flushed bright red, and he gave no response as he worked his way down Glynda’s legs. “Not gonna answer? Fine – I guess we’ll have to find out for ourselves.” Carla leaned back onto her towel, still smirking with naughty joy. “Man, I bet you’re loving every second of this. I know exactly what’s going through your mind…” “Give him a break,” Glynda said. Carla rolled her eyes and shut up, leaving the teacher to enjoy her massage. Finally, then Glynda’s back was completely slick and shiny, she shifted under Jaune. “Okay, I’m turning over.” Jaune dismounted Glynda and knelt beside her, squirting more oil into his palms as she clasped her bikini bra and rolled onto her back. Her breasts shifted and swayed slightly from the motion, so gorgeously huge and perky that Jaune couldn’t wait to sink his hands into them. She could see the lust in his eyes, and she smiled thinly in response, crossing her arms behind her head as she presented the canvas of her torso to him. Jaune wasted no time, but he left the best for last. He massaged her belly, her arms, her shoulders…before finally focusing on the soft, jiggly mounds of her breasts. They heaved up and down, in and out with each deep breath, teasing him with their perfect swells – until Jaune grasped their fronts in a lewd grope and started to rhythmically rub them. Glynda gasped and looked away, her cheeks turning pink as Jaune squeezed her tits, grinding her nipples under his palms. “Nngh…” “Was that a moan?” Carla asked teasingly. “If you make him too excited, he might explode. I thought we were saving that until tonight…” “Sh-shut up,” Glynda growled as Jaune massaged her boobs in a kind of trance, unable to suppress the surge of masculine energy that had come over him. His boner strained his swim trunks to the limit, his cock bent like a pool tube within the garment. Steadily, Glynda’s nipples stiffened under the fabric of her bikini bra, pressing into his palms as they went up and down, around in circles, and squished her breasts into pancakes. Glynda met his gaze once again, her expression hard to read, her lips pursed around deep, shaky breaths. “I think…that’s enough,” she said weakly. Jaune hesitated, grasping the sides of her tits and squeezing them together. A drop of sweat fell from his chin. “You sure?” She seemed to consider that for a moment, but then she nodded. “Go tend to Carla.” Jaune felt a little disappointed, but massaging Carla was a sweet proposition all in itself. He turned and shuffled to the obscene tomboy’s side while she smirked widely at him, obviously overjoyed to be able to tease him up close. “Hey,” she purred as Jaune settled beside her. “You’re a big guy, aren’t you?” She reached out a hand to stroke down his abs, pausing just above the obvious bulge in his swim trunks. “Unf. In more ways than one. Say, Jaune… What are you thinking about right now?” Jaune couldn’t hold her gaze: he felt like he was melting, or like steam was blowing from his ears. “A lot of things,” he said. “Oh, come on. You know I won’t let you off that easily.” She grasped his wrist and shoved his hand between her tits, making it vanish into their pillowy valley. “Y’know, I think my boobs are bigger than Glynda’s. What do you think?” Jaune could barely work up the intelligence to respond. He gasped and stared, feeling those ultra-soft, ultra-warm, sweat-glossed banks of titflesh swallow his wrist. Carla was a maneater, that was for sure, and the sheer intensity of her gaze left no room for protest. He groaned…and nodded faintly. “Ha! I knew it. You lose, Goodwitch.” Carla cast a triumphant look in the direction of Glynda, who turned sharply onto her side to look away from the lewd scene. “…I’ll get you for this, Mr Arc.” When Jaune looked back at Carla, her eyes had narrowed. He could almost see the lewd thoughts playing in her mind. “Did you hear that? She’ll get you. I wonder what she plans to do…” As she spoke, Carla trickled her fingertips up and down Jaune’s abs, even pausing to pinch his nipple before sliding back down…all the way to his bulge. He gasped when she grasped it, fondling his cock inside his swim trunks as he stared wide-eyed at her. “It’s nothing compared to what I have planned. Hey, Jaune…” “Y-Yeah?” Jaune panted, unable to believe this gorgeous, athletic MILF was actually groping his dick. Her tongue slipped between her lips, and she sat up to bring her mouth close to his ear. “Wanna fuck my tits?” “What?” Jaune said in amazement. “What!?” Glynda snapped, sitting sharply up. Carla settled back and patted the sides of her massive boobs, making them jiggle. “You know what that is, right? Slap your monstercock between these puppies and start thrusting. Nothing’s easier.” Jaune was stunned. He felt like the world was spinning around him, accelerating by the second. Even Glynda seemed shocked. “Y-You’re in a position of care!” the teacher barked. “Huh? You’re in a position of care, Miss Goodwitch,” said Carla. “So…if you’re so determined to be a good teacher, you can sit there and watch while I milk this hung stud.” Glynda had no idea how to respond to that – and her shock increased further when Jaune rose and dropped his swim trunks, letting his enormous, throbbing fuckpillar swing up against the air. Glynda pulled off her shades and stared, open-mouthed, at Jaune’s colossal cock. Each throb caused a rope of precum to droop even lower from his tip, finally snapping and splattering on the towel. Jaune stepped over Carla and squatted down, dropping his cock onto her giant tits. She crooned in pleasure and tugged on her bra, making her boobs jiggle pleasantly under his hyper-sensitive meat before lifting them as high as they’d go – and pressing Jaune’s dick deep into her underboob. “Here we go,” she crooned, grasping the bubbly flanks of her massive udders as Jaune’s cockhead emerged from her cleavage. “Have you ever done this before?” “N-No,” Jaune said, breathing heavily as Carla squeezed her tits around his cock, surrounding it in pillowy warmth. “Grab the massage oil. Believe me, that stuff makes great lube.” Jaune did as he was told, and squirted the entire contents of the bottle over Carla’s tits as she squeezed and kneaded them. They became ultra-shiny with oil, slick and slippery and perfect for fucking. Soon her bra had turned all but transparent: Jaune could see her nipples under the skimpy green cups, already stiff and excited by what was about to happen. Glynda watched all of this in shock and amazement, not sure how to react to seeing one of her students eaten up by this ravenous woman. By now Glynda was on her knees, staring helplessly at Jaune’s monstercock, his eyes blurring with pleasure as Carla started to pump her tits up and down. They wobbled perfectly around his sensitive prick, and as she picked up the pace, they bounced as high as her chin. It took almost no effort to get those huge melons bounding like a machine built for dick-pumping, making Jaune cry out with bliss as Carla stared intently into his eyes. “How’s it feel?” she asked in a soft voice as her tits CLAPPed and SMACKed up and down his prick. “Th-this feels…like nothing else…” Jaune said in a lingering groan, unable to express himself in clearer terms. He shuddered and closed his eyes as a fresh surge of pleasure went through him, and he spurted a thick wad of precum across Carla’s face. She didn’t miss a beat: her tongue rolled out, long and agile, and swiped up some of the splooge to swallow hungrily. She really was ravenous, and Jaune was her prey. “Good boy,” she purred. “I can tell…we’re gonna have lots of fun together, with or without Glynda.” The more she pumped, the more her breasts threatened to spill from her bra. One pink nipple slipped free bouncing around gorgeously, soon followed by the other – and then her bra snapped against her collarbone, her breasts launching out of their restraints. She SLAPPED her palms on the sides to regain control, sending a shock through them and into Jaune’s prick that caused him – at long last – to explode. He cried out as the first thick, sailing shot of splooge erupted from his tip, flying past Carla’s face and over the sands. The tail-end of the shot left a huge smear across her grinning features. And then Jaune was cumming for real, blast after blast of white seed painting her face in layers of creamy goodness: she opened wide and rolled out her tongue, moaning as Jaune glazed her with his seed. Glynda pulled her knees up to her chest and hugged her legs tightly, watching in astonishment as Jaune hosed her fellow MILF down. How could one man be so virile? Glynda couldn’t deny the feelings rushing through her, the sheer heat of her desire. It was improper to lust after a pupil, but here, trapped on a remote island with him, would it really be so terrible to explore her feelings? Jaune was in ecstasy. He’d never came on a woman before, but here he was, blasting a tide of spunk as the mother of his bully jerked his cock between her massive, pornstar-shaming tits. She swallowed mouthfuls of cum, and when the incredible tide finally died down to its last, guttering spurts, she licked a wide trail around her mouth and grinned spectacularly up at him. “Wow… That was fuckin’ incredible,” Carla crooned. “What the hell do they feed you? I’ve never seen a load like that before.” Jaune was left panting with exhaustion, his blue eyes hazing over as his cock softened between Carla’s tits. She wasn’t about to let him off so easy, though: she squeezed tight, massaging his dick even as it grew limp between her boobs. Even when he was fully flaccid, he still dwarfed most men’s full erections. Yeah, Carla thought. She was gonna have some fun with this stud. As for the ‘with or without Glynda’ part…well, she could see the look in Goodwitch’s eyes. Come the evening, Glynda would change her mind: Carla was sure of it. - Later that night, Carla and Jaune showered together. Jaune gasped as Carla trapped his cock between her thighs and scrunched her fingers in his blond hair, glaring deep into his eyes. She was a tall woman – as tall as Jaune – and when she leaned in close to kiss his lips, he met her on equal footing. Their mouths crashed together. Jaune was no expert, and felt even more foolish as Carla showed the depths of her skill: her tongue rolled lavishly around his mouth, flexible and confident, while his own struggled to match its ferocity. Soon his tongue was pinned, and hers ran wherever it wished, while her eyes never left his. She groped his back muscles, his waist, his asscheeks…all the while pressing him tighter and harder against the wall. “Mmn… Never thought I’d be spending my vacation with a hung, young stud,” she purred as she broke the kiss, rocking her hips to stroke Jaune’s cock between her thick thighs. “Fuck. You a virgin?” “A-Ah…yeah…” “Not in five minutes, you won’t be.” Carla grinned when Jaune’s cock throbbed. God, she’d missed this – teasing men until they were almost ready to cum hands-free. Jaune was a real cutie, and she couldn’t wait to teach him exactly how to please a woman. “Feeling clean? Then it’s time to get dirty.” Jaune shut the shower off, panting for air, and they dried themselves quickly before heading into the bedroom. Carla didn’t hesitate to fall face-first onto the bed and shove her rump up high, presenting her naked pussy and spreading it with two fingers while her tits squished across the sheets. Jaune took a deep, shaky breath as he approached, pressing his broad cockhead against her pussylips and grasping her perfect asscheeks. Was he really about to do this? The last day had gone by in a blur; nothing seemed real, and even now he was expecting to wake up from the dream at any moment. “Do it, stud,” Carla said. “You have…no idea how much I need it. So take me.” Jaune gulped – and finally, he RAMMED forward. Carla squealed as he plunged into her, stretching her pussy around his massive cock. Any reasonable woman would have looked at his cock and ran, but Carla was determined to breed this young stud, and the way her cunt spasmed and gripped his meat nearly caused Jaune to cum immediately. Once he was lodged inside her, Jaune started to THRASH his hips in maddened thrusts, fucking like an enraged bull, gasping and groaning as he forced himself deeper into her. Carla howled in heat, biting the bedsheets and thrusting back as hard as she could. She lacked the strength to meet Jaune’s power, and so her ass was lifted higher and higher into the air, becoming nothing more than a platform for Jaune to jiggle as he slammed her without pause or mercy. CLAP, CLAP, SMACK, CLAP! His cock lurched in and out, faster and faster, as his huge balls jostled and swung in their sack. Carla’s pussy had swallowed more than half of his dick by now, massaging him with her rippling folds, driving him into a state of bestial lust. Jaune could feel his inhibitions slipping away, and soon he was fucking Carla like a true monster, making her belly bulge around his monstercock, stirring up her insides. Carla suddenly arched her back and shook in orgasm, clenching her teeth as she came on Jaune’s massive cock like a complete and total whore. “Nngh…! Fuck!” Carla bucked her hips as hard as she could, riding the orgasm to its conclusion while Jaune pumped harder and faster, experiencing a depth of lust he’d never thought possible. During this time, the door opened and two figures entered. Glynda and Willow regarded the depraved scene in silence, arms crossed over their naked bellies, before looking at each other and smiling quietly. A moment later, Jaune felt something strange: as his balls swung, they began to pass over two soft surfaces. When he looked back, he was shocked to see Glynda and Willow kneeling behind him, offering up their lips in loving purses to kiss and suckle on his nuts whenever they passed. He gave a soft growl of delight, then pitched forwards over Carla and grasped her shoulders, ravaging her without pausing for breath. SCHLOP! SCHLOP! SCHLUNK! He pounded the back of her womb, making her toned tummy distend each time he struck home, until – at last – the floodgates burst. Jaune cried out in a deep voice as he came inside Carla, spurting rope after rope of hot, creamy splooge directly into her fertile womb, almost certainly impregnating her with his roiling load of seed. Carla gnawed the bedsheets hard, eyes rolled back in their sockets, twitching and moaning as Jaune claimed her body with his amazing dick. His cockhilt throbbed, buried balls-deep in Carla’s soaking pussy, not allowing a single drop of hyper-potent spunk to escape until he finally started to pull back. The other two woman groped and stroked at his cock as it emerged, running their hands over its cum-slimed shaft and fondling his massive nuts. At last, his cockhead schlorped out of Carla’s pussy, leaving her to ooze seed onto the bed while he turned to Glynda and Willow. The blonde- and white-haired beauties were on their knees, naked and pristine and eager to please. Jaune’s cock was still hard, and as it throbbed before their lips, Jaune knitted his hands in their hair tightly. “Good girls,” he said, and RAMMED Glynda’s throat with all his might. Glrrnch! She went cross-eyed as he plunged her sloppy gullet all the way to the stomach, making spittle fly from her lips and nostrils while her slender neck bulged around his cock. He gave her one deep thrust and pulled all the way out, only to switch to Willow and slam it down her throat. Soon a mire of sloppy drool webbed between the two girls’ dazed, disoriented faces, but Jaune showed no sign of stopping: he pumped their throats one by one, letting them feel the sheer, abnormal size of his monstercock penetrating their deepest depths, but only for a moment at a time. Once his cock was fully polished of his own cum, replaced by the shiny sheen of the two MILFs’ combined throatslop, Jaune was ready to move on. “Get on top of me,” he told them, as he lay back on the bed beside Carla. Willow and Glynda hacked and spat pathetically, their eyes completely dazed and distant…but they obeyed all the same. Willow mounted Jaune’s face, straddling his head with her silky thighs and pressing her pussy into his mouth while Glynda straddled his monstercock, lined up her slick, pink womanhood with his tip, and descended. She cried out as he stretched her around his girth, pressing a hand against her own belly-bulge and shuddering in bliss. Jaune was too busy slurping on Willow’s pussy to focus on Glynda, who started to bounce moments later. Ridden by one beauty while giving head to another…after coring out the mother of his enemy. He reached out and grasped one of Carla’s tits, mauling it in his palm. This had to be heaven; there was no other word to describe the feeling of sheer, transcendent bliss Jaune was experiencing right now. He clapped his other hand on Willow’s ass, making it wobble as he kissed her clit and tongued her cunt. Glynda rode faster and faster, huffing and puffing as she bounded on her student’s cock – finally giving into the lust that had followed her throughout the day. Her glasses rested diagonally across the bridge of her nose, knocked further askew the harder she bounced. Her tits flew up and down, smacking lewdly together and wobbling apart as sweat dripped from their massive frames. This pleasure was beyond anything Glynda had felt before – and she was determined to feel more of it. “Ahhn!” she cried as she came, eyes flashing up and back in their sockets, tongue hanging to her chin in a thoroughly depraved ahegao. “Nngh, fuck!” Her asscheeks popped and smacked together to the rhythm of her ride, driving her cunt up and down Jaune’s throbbing fuckpillar, showing herself no mercy! “Unf, haah, hnng!” Jaune had passed beyond lust and into a state of higher being. He was sure just one or two orgasms wouldn’t be enough for him – he needed to sample all three of these beauties, and his body wouldn’t allow him to rest until he had. He smacked Willow’s ass again, then growled as he exploded, hosing Glynda’s womb with a thick, guttering load of seed. Glynda’s eyes widened, and she yelped as her slender tummy bloated around Jaune’s load, packed to the absolute brim. She looked several months pregnant by the time Jaune had fired his last spurts – and she fell backwards, his cock spilling out of her pussy and springing back up into the air as she twitched on her back, spraying cum from her gaping hole. Last of all was Willow. Jaune took control, rolling over and pressing the Schnee beauty beneath him, hauling her thighs up against her shoulders in a tight mating press. He lifted his hips, hovering his broad monstercock over her aching, trembling pussy for a moment – before DRIVING it down with all his might. Willow squealed in joy, cumming the moment he entered her – only for her voice to be muffled when he kissed her deeply. “Mmrghff…” Jaune started to fuck Willow like a mechanical piston, showing no mercy to her slender, tender pussy. Her tits leapt between their chests, slipping all over the place due to their sweat, while her belly-bulge lurched up and down with Jaune’s heaving thrusts. He spanked her asscheeks with his cum-packed balls until her silky pale skin turned bright pink and sore. “Fuck,” he growled when he broke the kiss. “I can’t believe this. Am I dreaming?” “Haah…I hope not…” Willow murmured, only to go cross-eyed as Jaune doubled his pace. “Heegh…!” CLAP, SLAP, SLAP, CLAP, CLOP! Jaune fucked her from base to tip with every thrust, crushing her pussy without showing a hint of mercy. He loved the way her tits jiggled under him, the way her eyes glazed over and her tongue swirled around in dizzy bliss as he stirred her womb into a molten pit of bliss. She came again, her pussy clamping and wringing up and down his pummelling fuckrod as he drove himself closer to his own orgasm. He knew he couldn’t last long, but he wanted the finale to be something special, so he lifted Willow into the air and fucked her standing, looking over her shoulder at the other two used, cum-spurting sluts as he clapped and smacked his nuts against Willow’s wobbling asscheeks. “Hnng--!” Jaune groaned the moment he launched into his final orgasm, spraying Willow’s womb with cupfuls of semen. Her belly swelled against his abs, and she whimpered into his neck as he stuffed her full of more cum than any woman was meant to contain. Splooge poured from her pussy, dripping to the floor and forming a small puddle as Jaune held himself balls-deep in Willow’s perfect, pouting pussy. When he was done, Jaune looked down on his handiwork – three beauties sprawling side by side, crooning and rubbing themselves as they swam in blind bliss. Jaune wheezed for breath, so dizzy he expected to fall over at any moment, but somehow he kept on his feet. Cum spurted from all three of his lovers’ pussies, pregnant beyond a shadow of a doubt. “You girls…really are a handful,” Jaune said breathily, sitting down in the nearest chair and staring at the ceiling. “Ha… I don’t know if I’m ready to be a father…just yet…”
Title: [RWBY] Jaune's Workout Chapter title: Busting-Calories-AND-Nuts Story Description: Wherein Jaune is confronted by Yang and Nora at the gym. - Champion of Venus, my lewd visual novel, is out now on Steam and Itch.io! Join Rayne for an adventure packed with the kinkiest scenes you've ever seen in a video game. Anime & MangaNSx♂♀ Story Content: Jaune growled as he hoisted the barbell up from his chest, extending his arms close to full lock and holding the position, trembling, for one long breath before lowering the weight back down. Sweat rolled down his brow and into his hair, and made his loose top cling tightly to his skin. He was near the end of his routine, and exhaustion was beginning to set in, but he kept powering through – whenever he risked failure, he thought of Pyrrha’s training, her expectations of him, and that was all the encouragement he needed to belt out another set. As he set the weight down on the brace and let his arms relax, he heard a door open, followed by murmuring voices. He let his head tilt loosely to the side, peering across the gym floor at the two girls who’d just entered. It was midnight, and the gym was usually vacant at this time – perfect conditions for him to focus – and he frowned, sitting up straight, when he saw who had come to join him at this hour. Nora and Yang chatted as they walked, apparently oblivious to Jaune’s presence. Their arms were linked, their bellies and thighs left on display by their skimpy sports bras and shorts. Jaune couldn’t help but stare; they were two of the curviest girls he knew, and here they were, all their greatest assets almost on full display. Yang’s chest was especially full and gorgeous, jutting proudly before her and jiggling slightly as she walked. Jaune gulped and raised a hand, waving lightly. “Hey, you two,” he said, announcing his presence. Their eyes met his, and he blinked. They didn’t seem surprised; in fact, grins cracked across their faces when they looked at Jaune, and each beauty settled her free hand on her hip, devouring the sweating stud with her stare. “Hey, Jaune,” Nora said, un-linking arms with Yang as she stepped forward. “All alone at midnight? You know, I’ve missed you in the dorm…” Jaune didn’t know how to respond to such blatant provocation, so he just laughed awkwardly, rubbing his head. Nora was just teasing him, of course, but she’d never actually flirted with him before. “You should try it,” he said. “Working out at night, I mean.” He hesitated. “I mean, that’s why you’re here, so I guess you are trying it…” Behind Nora, Yang chuckled. Her grin widened to truly evil proportions. “Oh, Jaune – we’re not here for a workout.” “Depends on your definition,” Nora said, then grabbed Jaune’s wrists and pulled – tugging him to his feet while he grunted in surprise. Once he was upright, she pushed forward – squishing her breasts brazenly across his chest while glaring up into his eyes. Her belly flattened against his abs, and she showed no restraint in mashing her groin against his own. He gulped, turning bright red as Nora squeezed his wrists and studied his expression, her eyes piercing through into his soul. Yang held a fist to her smirking lips and suppressed a laugh at the sight. “I don’t understand,” Jaune managed to say, his voice breathy and weak. His heart was pounding. There had to be another explanation for all of this, didn’t there? They probably wanted him to…help them paint a wall, or something. This couldn’t… This kind of thing didn’t happen to him. He winced, feeling his dick begin to stir in his pants; how couldn’t it, with Nora all but grinding herself against him? He tried to pull his hips back, to put some distance between his crotch and hers, but it was like she wanted them to touch; she held herself close against him, swaying slightly. It was only then that Jaune saw how on-edge with excitement Nora was; her jaw was tense, her teeth almost jittering, and she stood high on her tiptoes as she contemplated her next move. “What’s wrong?” Yang asked Nora, stepping up alongside her. Smack! Nora yelped as the blonde brawler slapped her ass hard, making it jiggle inside her red gym shorts. Yang strutted around Jaune and pressed up behind him, grabbing his hair in a tight fist. Now he was socketed between two busty beauties, their huge tits running up against his chest and back, trapping him in a prison of heat and pillowy pressure. Yang’s lips hovered next to his ear, gushing hot breaths on his skin as she said, “Nora’s too nervous to say it, so I will. Let’s continue this conversation in the showers, shall we?” The…showers…? Jaune’s neck tensed and rippled around another big, anxious gulp, and he turned his head to peer weakly into Yang’s eyes. They were crimson, narrowed to sultry slits. The tip of her tongue rested between her lips, and as he watched, it crept out to lick a slow circle around her plump kissers. Before he could process what was happening, Yang turned and walked, dragging him by his hair, making him yell and gasp in pain as she hauled him mercilessly toward the female changing room. Nora followed behind, and in the midst on Jaune’s desperate scramble for footing, he glimpsed the front of her shorts – damp with her own horny juices. He gave another cry of nervous bewilderment. Was this some kind of dream, or a nightmare? Pinching himself did nothing; this was reality. Once they were in the changing room, Yang clasped Jaune’s shoulders between her hands and shoved him against a wall. She was too strong, easily overpowering his squirms and holding him still. She leaned in close, her lips parting, that slick tongue of hers poking out…and as Jaune seized up straight and stiff, staring in fear and desire at her approaching lips, she stopped…and bent down…and bit the hem of his workout top. She lifted it up over his abs, no doubt tasting his sweat on the fabric as she rose to her full height. With the gleaming washboard of his torso exposed, Jaune had little choice but to raise his arms and let Yang hoist his shirt off. She tossed it aside. “Hey, Jaune,” she murmured. “Ever seen a fat pair of tits before?” Jaune felt like he was melting from the inside out, nearly debilitated with dizziness caused by all the blood rushing down into his swelling erection – an erection he tried desperately to hide, half-crossing his legs and forcing his needy schlong to grow down his thighs. He watched Yang press her elbows against her ribs and arch her back, looking down at her own, massive chest as the sports bra began to strain. The garment was too tight for her – way too tight – and Jaune realised that was the point. The material groaned as she took a deep breath, making her chest swell inside its restraints…until… Pop! Her sports bra simply burst away from her enormous chest, letting those huge, naked tits spill forth against Jaune’s chest! He gave an audible moan as those perfect globes spiled out across his pecs, skin on skin, feeling the radiant heat of her body… Yang sighed too, taking more pleasure from Jaune’s expression than from the skin contact. She slid her chest up and down, from side to side…jiggling her tits against him, teasing him until he was wound up to the point of true desperation. As she worked, Nora crouched down beside her and started to undo Jaune’s pants. “Come on, big boy,” Nora said as she tugged them down. Jaune could no longer conceal his unruly erection, and Nora crooned as the broad, nearly wrist-thick base of his cock came into view…followed by the rest of his shaft, hot and thickly corded with pulsing veins. “Nnf, you’re so fuckin’ horny…” “See?” Yang purred, leaning forward so her giant tits pancaked outwards, bringing her lips close to his again – but not quite touching. “All he needed was a little encouragement.” She reached down and grasped his cock, squeezing around as much of his girth as one hand could manage and jerking it back and forth, back and forth, massaging his huge fuckslab with deft pumps. “Mmn. I never thought dicks could be this big…” Nora chuckled, blushing red as Yang jerked his monstercock within inches of her face. His balls hung against his thighs, each the size of a ripe apple. “You thought you were sneaky, creeping into the bathroom each morning,” she told Jaune. “But I saw your morning wood.~” Jaune could barely speak for all his desperate gasping. “Hn…hunnh… Guys, this is…” “What’s wrong? We’re all adults here,” Yang said. “Oh. Maybe you don’t fuck until after a first kiss? Here…” She leaned in close, letting him feel her breath again. “Ahhm…” “Yang, don’t steal his--!” But it was too late. Yang’s lips engulfed his own, kissing him hotly and deeply, pushing her tongue into his mouth and forcing him to wrestle it, never breaking eye contact as she mashed and sucked on his quivering kissers. She took his first kiss, drawing it out for as long as possible, pinching his nostrils so he couldn’t even breathe. Only when he was trembling and his shoulders began to sag did she deign to pop her lips off of his, showering spittle down his chest and flicking her tongue across his lips like a signature on a finished painting. “Ah! Delicious.” All the while, her hand hadn’t stopped pumping up and down Jaune’s cock, pleasuring him without mercy. As gooey drool-ropes stretched between their lips, Jaune gave a faint groan of bliss. “Ahh…~” “You broke him!” Nora complained as Yang eased her shorts down, exposing her thick ass and tight, hairless pussy. She was soaking wet, and she wasted no time grinding her cunt against the bridge of Jaune’s dick, huffing gently as she grew hotter and needier. “H-Hey, no fair,” Nora said, rising to her full height. “You can’t just—” “I’m not gonna fuck him…just yet,” Yang promised. “I remember the plan. Even so…just look at him.” She gazed into his helpless eyes. “I could take him right now, and all he could do is moan.” Nora bit her lip and shivered, but at last, Yang backed off – stepping away from the trembling Jaune and looking toward the shower. “Undress,” she told Nora, “and drag him in there.” As Yang stepped away, Nora slid off her clothes – piece by piece, moving slowly due to her shaking hands. Her heart was thumping, and she couldn’t stop staring at Jaune’s erect monstercock – so much bigger than it had looked in his pants, during those morning dashes to the bathroom. Maybe she’d bitten off more than she could handle; at least Yang seemed confident… “C-C’mon,” Nora said, taking Jaune’s hand. He looked at her naked body as they walked, hunger entering his eyes for the first time. She felt like a prey animal being eyed by a predator, and the experience made her wetter than ever. Yang awaited them, shampooing her beautiful blonde hair and rinsing, turning slowly under the steaming shower spray, her perfect toned body gleaming wet. When Nora and Jaune stopped, she swiped the water from her eyes and smiled wide. “Need some help cleaning, big boy?” she asked, and dropped a bar of soap into her cleavage – before grasping her huge udders and squeezing, wringing them together, bouncing them up and down. While she soaped up, Nora turned to Jaune and held his shoulders, nuzzling her nose against his. Their lips brushed together, and she chuckled to herself. “Honestly…you’ve been making me pretty jealous these past few weeks,” Nora said. “You could have asked me for training, you know…but I guess Pyrrha is our wonder girl. Just make sure you spare some time for little old Nora, from now on…” She kissed him deeply, her tongue slipping into his mouth right away. Jaune groaned, his hands going automatically to Nora’s hips and squeezing her tightly, groping her…while her own hands hooked into his asscheeks. They slurped on each other’s tongues hungrily, their eyes half-shuttered and staring longingly at each other, while Yang continued to pump and stroke her huge tits together in the background. Jaune, gaining confidence, raised a hand over Nora’s thick ass and brought it down hard – smacking her butt and sending a ripple through it. She yelped into his mouth and pinched him, but she was grinning, her eyes sparkling with glee. She wanted him to show his affection in every way he knew how, to kiss her, to slap her – anything.~ Soon the valley between Yang’s breasts was filled with soapy suds, and pulled Nora aside. While Jaune watched, Yang pressed her massive chest against Nora’s own and started to scrub up and down, using her soapy tits to soap up Nora’s! Nora could only cling to Yang’s hips while the overpowering blonde worked, huffing and puffing, casting glances at Jaune – who by now was so desperately horny he could barely stay still. Finally, they turned and knelt before Jaune, their boobs covered in soap suds and their faces filled with excitement. They kissed his abs, squishing their sweet lips against his midriff and worshipping him with every suck and pop. Jaune hesitated…and then laid a hand on their heads, grasping their scalps and squeezing their hair. Yang would have killed anyone else who tried that, and the impulse to attack rushed through her…but when she looked up and saw Jaune’s demanding eyes, she bit her lip. Was he gaining confidence? “Someone’s enjoying himself,” she purred. “Just hold still, and we’ll make you feel good.” “Really good,” Nora confirmed – and as one, the two beauties hoisted their soapy tits and wrapped them around Jaune’s cock, starting to give him the titjob of a lifetime! They squeezed, pumped, and jiggled their boobs – famous throughout the Academy – all over his throbbing monstercock, showing no mercy in their pillowy affections. Jaune growled happily and hungrily, grasping Yang and Nora’s hair in his hands and squeezing tight whenever a bolt of searing pleasure went through him. He’d never felt such bliss before – never really been with a woman before – and their experienced attentions thrilled him to no end. …’Experienced’, perhaps, wasn’t the right word to use. Though Jaune couldn’t have guessed it, Yang and Nora were virgins too. They put on a fine show of being sultry sluts, but despite their ability to move their bodies with perfect, eye-drawing precision, neither of them had wrapped a cock in their tits before. That didn’t stop them from clapping their chests together around his shaft, wrestling for space as they soaped him up from base to tip, giving his package a thorough clean! Soon enough, the pouring shower water washed away the soap suds, leaving him sparkling and shiny…and ripe for the next stage of their assault. Nora, surprisingly, was the first to attack. Gwaulp! Her eyes blurred as she plunged her mouth down Jaune’s fuckmeat, swallowing it, bulging her neck all the way down to her collarbone as she pinned her lips around his throbbing hilt and slapped his balls with her tongue. When she pulled back, Yang immediately pushed forward and gulped down his dick possessively, glurking a soggy note of pleasure around his giant dick, making him cry out in absolute bliss. It went on like that for a long time: one girl swallowing his cock and letting it free, only for the other girl to immediately, ravenously engulf it. Jaune didn’t know how he hadn’t exploded yet – maybe his body sensed the calibre of woman he was with, and strained itself to endure, to savour as much of it as humanly possible. Watching their eyes lose focus as they chugged down his cock again and again, Jaune tugged on their hair, trembling and groaning. His Aura flared and flickered around him, his resilience pushed to its very limit--! Just as his Aura started to crack and wane, the girls sank back on their haunches, long ropes of gooey drool connecting their lips to his cock in a web of saliva, short-lived due to the shower’s flow. They coughed and spluttered, and raised their eyes to him. “That’s enough foreplay,” Nora said, rising and turning, presenting her heart-shaped ass to him. She pressed her hands up against the wall and shook her rump from side to side, a tantalising sight. Jaune didn’t need any more commands; he stepped up and ran his cock through the valley between her asscheeks, holding her hips, feeling her buck happily up against him, her every action begging for his massive dick to stuff her. Yang stood behind Jaune, holding his shoulders and kissing his neck, before whispering softly in his ear: “Take her ass.” Nora stiffened. “Wair—” she said, then shrieked as Jaune rammed his massive cock balls-deep in her tight little asshole! He gaped out her virgin pucker like crazy, and proceeded to slam her guts with rough thrusts that rocked her closer to the wall, flattened her tits against the condensation-covered tiles, and bulged her belly! “Auuughh~! Hnnghh, fuck, fuck, FUCK!” Nora came immediately, squirting all down her thighs as Yang reached around to knead her jiggling asscheek under Jaune’s battering blows. The blond stud took her violently, smacking his balls against her orgasmic cunt while hunching forward to deliver stronger and stronger thrusts. Plap, plap, plap, plap, plap! Moisture sprung off of her bouncing asscheeks as Jaune plunged into her harder with each passing second, making her go cross-eyed and causing her tongue to flop out. Soon enough, Nora was like a puppet on the end of his dick, her arms dangling beneath her, her thighs clenching and tensing, her tongue dragging against the shower wall as Jaune power-pumped her with all his might! “Not half bad,” Yang complimented him, reaching down to knead his huge balls. “I can’t wait to get some of that for myself…” She rolled out her own tongue and licked his neck, a long, slow stroke that made him shiver with lust. “Fuhh… You two are unforgivable,” Jaune said, breaking his silence. He turned his head and kissed Yang’s tits, never ceasing his battering assault on Nora’s ass. Her guts felt amazing, wrapped so tightly around his cock that he thought each thrust would make him erupt. His climax was coming – faster than he would have liked, but slower than he ever thought possible amidst such awesome pleasure. “Gonna…!” Yang squeezed him tightly, arms wrapping around him as he pinched Nora’s hips and unloaded inside her! He came like a burst fire hydrant, pump after guttering pump of thick, hot cream into Nora’s guts, flooding her to the brink and then some. She twitched and gurgled against the wall as the heaving stud hammered her even in the midst of orgasm, still schlap-plapping her gorgeous ass while Yang bit her bottom lip, watching Jaune suck and slurp on her big, fat titties. Jaune’s expression was a mask of burning pleasure, veins standing out in his forehead as he dumped shot after shot of thick, virile splooge inside Nora…until the flow died down, and his balls stopped throbbing so badly, and he let his hips tilt back…wrenching his huge, still-hard cock out of her asshole. He left Nora gaping, her asshole drooling jizz as she slid down to her knees. Yang pulled him back, holding him upright as he swayed…until he regained his composure and turned to face her, panting, still horny despite the miniature supernova he’d just launched into Nora’s ass. Yang didn’t hesitate. She showed off her flexibility, hoisting a toned leg up high and letting Jaune catch it, holding it over his right shoulder as he pressed his cockhead against her pussy. She groaned in his ear, deep and sultry, goading him…and at last, it was simply too much for Jaune. He took control, pushing his giant cock into Yang’s virgin pussy, breaking her hymen and making her squeal. “Liar,” he muttered to her when he felt her extreme tightness. “All that was just an act…?” Yang knew she was in trouble then, but she didn’t care. She pressed her tits tightly against Jaune’s chest and snarled in his ear, “What you gonna do about it?~” Jaune answered not with words, but actions. Clamping a hand over her left asscheek, he drove against her hard – plunging his massive fuckrod balls-deep inside her! Schlap! Her belly bulged out, and her lips pursed in an ‘o’ of bliss as he started to stir up her tight, needy pussy with brutal thrusts! Only a woman of Yang’s calibre could handle such a massive rod on her first attempt, but it pushed her to the limits, making her eyes roll back and her lower lip press between her teeth. “Oh! Fuccckgh---!” she cried, and shivered in orgasm, digging her nails into Jaune’s back and curling her toes in delight. He fucked her as she balanced up on one leg, each powerful pump making her giant tits bounce between their tight-grinding chests. “Jaune, you’re…nngh, fucking huge!” Jaune grunted and grinned, dragging his face up Yang’s cheek and biting her ear. “Got a problem with that?” “N-No; it’s fucking awesome…!” She eeped as another surge of pleasure threatened to melt her brain, clinging to him with all her muscular strength – hard enough that, if it had been Nora in her arms, she would have cracked bones. Only Jaune’s resilience, and his powerful Aura, kept that from happening. He thumped his cock up into Yang’s womb with harder and harder heaves, almost like he was actually attacking her, knowing that only his most brutal assault could stand a chance of satisfying her. In turn, Yang hissed in his ear and bit its lobe, his neck, his collarbone, leaving hickeys wherever her lips and teeth happened to graze. They gasped in pain and pleasure, two apex predators rutting while Nora, just now recovering, watched on in awe, hopelessly fingering herself to the rhythm of the two blondes’ mating rut. Jaune felt another orgasm welling from deep within, and he didn’t fight it; his muscular asscheeks clenched as he hit his limit, bucked forward, and unleashed all that pressure into Yang’s womb! A flood of semen erupted from his cock and burst into her, filling her to the brink in an instant. Her tight abs pouted outwards in a slight cum-bulge, stretched so vigorously that cream shot out of her pussy in thin jets with each rope he fired! They kept grinding, kept rutting, never relenting in their abuse of one another’s bodies…until they were both too exhausted to do anything but pant against each other’s shoulders, groaning and grumbling, pawing at each other’s hips and asses… Their lips found each other, and they kissed hard and deep. - A few minutes later, the three sprawled together on the shower floor, as the last drops of water dripped from the faucets overhead. They lazed in each other’s arms, cuddling sweetly as Yang and Nora kissed at Jaune’s cheeks and hair. “Pyrrha lost her chance,” Yang murmured, slinging an arm across his chest. “She should have taken you…while she had the chance,” Nora agreed. “Now you belong to us.~”
Title: [RWBY] Neo Nasty Chapter title: Pyrrha-Purrs Story Description: I've rearranged the chapters into the right order. Anyway, for this story you'll have to accept the premise that Neo is a slut for Jaune's big, fat dick. ...Aw, who am I kidding? It's probably canon anyway. I made a yuri visual novel! It's available on my Patreon right now.~ Original: Huge Breastsx Story Content: Jaune barely raised his shield in time. Cardin’s hammer smashed into it at full-force, and the shock nearly dislocated his shoulder. He staggered back, slashing blindly, but his opponent just stood back with a wicked smirk on his face. Jaune wheezed for air. He felt like his limbs were on fire, his windpipe constricted. He was seeing double. Even grasping his sword and shield was becoming too much for him. The crowd had settled into a grim silence: it was pretty obvious who the winner would be. It was only a matter of blows. Cardin advanced. Jaune put up his shield again, scowling at his enemy over the top. Cardin just smiled wider and broke into a jog, winding up a huge swing. Jaune planted his feet and leaned forwards, couching his entire body against the strike – all to no avail. When the bucket-sized hammerhead smashed into his shield, the force lifted him off his feet. He hit the ground rolling, losing his shield in the process. His left arm stung like hell: it dangled by his side as he rose, using his sword like a cane. The crowd murmured amongst themselves. They knew it was over; why weren’t the teachers stopping this? Jaune squinted past his advancing opponent, trying to pick out Pyrrha from the crowd, but instead he saw… Something else. Someone was bouncing in the front row: a cheerleader in the tiniest, pink miniskirt Jaune had ever seen, swishing and swaying her hips as she thrust pom-poms in the air. Half her hair was pink, the other chocolate-coloured, and she stared at Jaune with sultry glee. At first, Jaune thought she must be cheering for Cardin, but that wasn’t true. When she noticed she’d caught Jaune’s eye, she dropped her pom-poms, grasped the hem of her shirt, lifted– Her bare breasts jiggled in the open. As Jaune’s eyes widened, the cheerleader stuck out her tongue and bounced on her tiptoes, making her big, fat titties bounce and smack together. “Hey, idiot,” said Cardin, swinging his hammer in lazy pendulums. “What’re you looking at? We’re fighting, so look into my eyes – or have you quit already?” Jaune stared at the cheerleader’s boobs. His shoulders trembled…and he grasped his sword with both hands. It felt heavier than ever before, but he managed to lift it. Cardin smirked and leaned his hammer against a shoulder, brazenly walking forward until the blade’s tip was nearly at his throat. “Who are you kidding? You’re all out of steam. Just fall to your knees and let it end.” Jaune panted for breath. He felt like all the weight of the world was bearing down on his shoulders, but…now the cheerleader was pressing her tits together and licking her lips. Her tongue was really long… Jaune growled deep, gaining more and more energy by the second. Cardin must have seen something in his fierce blue gaze, because he gripped his hammer tighter– Jaune swept his legs with a low kick. As Cardin toppled sideways, mouth half-open in shock, Jaune introduced the flat of his blade to the side of Cardin’s head. Cardin didn’t even have time to erect his Aura: metal smacked bone, and Cardin went out like a light. Jaune stepped back. Silence fell over the crowd once again – shocked by what they’d just witnessed. The cheerleader stowed her tits with a self-confident smirk, let her gaze linger on Jaune for a moment longer, and then turned and strode away. The crowd surged to their feet, and cheers engulfed Jaune. Her waved nervously, still not quite believing what he’d just done. - “That was amazing, Jaune!” Pyrrha said, grasping his hands tightly. “I knew you could do it.” “Aha… Thanks, Pyrrha.” Jaune swallowed and looked around, up and down the corridor. His mind was still buzzing with images of the cheerleader, the way her breasts had bounced as she cheered for him. He wet his lips. “Why don’t we go out for a meal – just the two of us – to celebrate?” asked Pyrrha. Her emerald eyes glittered. “Of course, we’ll need to come up with an excuse for why Nora can’t come, but…” Jaune tried his best to smile at her. “Sure, that sounds great. For now, though…I really gotta get cleaned up.” Pyrrha nodded. “I’ll wait around. Don’t take too long, okay?” - Jaune stuffed his hands in his pockets and strode through the corridors of the arena, agitated and confused. Who was that girl, and why had she shown him her tits? He’d never seen her before in his life. At last, he entered the locker room before the showers. As he was stripping down, he heard a door open – and gentle footsteps approach. Before he could turn around, small, cool hands slipped around his waist and settled on his toned midriff, gently trailing along his abs. Soft swells pressed against his lower back. Jaune gulped, closed his eyes for a moment, and took a deep breath. “Hiya.” No response. The stranger kept playing with his stomach, her fingertips trickling downward until they poked the band of his boxer shorts. Jaune winced. Her hands were skilful, exciting him in ways he’d never been before. His cock throbbed, his massive bulge stirring. He felt a hot breath, teeth against his shoulderblade. Finally, a hand slipped inside his boxers and curled around his dense, aching mast, squeezing it carefully. When she realised she couldn’t wrap one hand all the way around, she slipped her other hand inside, working his cock with all of her silky fingers. “So, uh…you’re a fan?” Jaune asked. The girl’s hands left his cock – and stroked his balls, cupping them in her palms. She bit his flesh again. He shivered, worked up beyond belief. At last, he grasped her wrists and pulled her hands out of his boxers…and turned to face her. She was short – less than five feet – and peered up at him with heterochromic eyes, one pink and one brown, just like the two halves of her long, tumbling hair. She was sweaty in her cheer outfit, her big chest pumping in and out with sharp, needy breaths. Jaune squeezed her wrists…and then dropped them so he could trace his thumbs around the stiff bumps of her nipples. She gasped and tensed, sensitive to the touch. “What’s your name?” asked Jaune. The girl just lifted an eyebrow and tapped her lips. She shook her head. “You can’t talk? Huh…” He ran his thumbs down the slopes of her tits until his hands passed onto the smooth flesh of her tight, exposed belly. He held her hips and pulled her close, pressing his bulge against her smooth and sweaty midriff. Her eyes half-shuttered with joy, and she started to rock her hips, grinding her stomach along his heaving bulge. “That’s fine by me. Ha… You’re pretty busty.” The mute girl nodded and grasped her shirt. With a whip of fabric, her bare tits sprang free. Jaune barely had time to admire them before she crushed them tight against his stomach, pancaking her glossy globes out. Her rocking motions grew more intense. Her thumbs toyed with his boxers… “Alright, alright, I get it,” Jaune said with a nervous grin. He tugged his boxers down, and the girl’s eyes lit up as his massive, veiny cock was exposed, inch by unfurling inch. When his meat spilled free, it smacked her belly and throbbed hard, excited by the feeling of a female body pressed against it. Jaune’s vision started to blur, an inordinate amount of blood rushing into his cock. The girl stepped back at last, letting his dick stand up straight. She pushed his arms, guiding him back against the lockers so she could squat down and admire his monster from below. He watched her face around the view-blocking girth of his cock, the eagerness in her eyes, the way she licked her lips… When she arched up and pressed her forehead against his glans, he gasped and spurted a fat rope of precum into her beautiful hair. That only seemed to excite her more: she made a crooning noise and nuzzled his tip harder, stroking her face up and down his cumvein, milking thick gluts of pre down her back and onto her miniskirt-clad buttcheeks. Just when Jaune thought he couldn’t take it anymore, she leaned back, wrapped her fingers over his meat, and pulled it down toward her lips. Her mouth engulfed his cockhead, her eyes narrowing in sultry pleasure as she bulged her cheeks around his girth. She started to suckle, bobbing her head, glugging and grunting, thralling over Jaune’s monstercock. Strings of precum-infused saliva oozed from her lips and dangled from her chin, then splattered on her naked tits. Jaune groaned and canted his head against a locker, pushing his fingers through the mute girl’s hair. She was insane. Next to his cock, the short girl looked even tinier, and yet she worked his monster with skill and grace – and all-consuming hunger. She wrung a hand through her own hair, bunching it back in a ponytail for a moment to clear any loose strands from her eyes. Even then, she didn’t stop sucking, bulging her cheeks like a hamster. When she let go of her hair, she grasped Jaune’s shaft and started to rock into her sucks, jerking him off as she slammed her throat against his tip, making herself hiccup and spurt drool from her nostrils. Jaune thought he’d lose his mind from pleasure – the rapid ‘gluck, gluck, gluck’ of her squelching tonsils imprinting themselves in his brain. He never wanted to forget this. It was just a shame she was so small: there was no way she could swallow– GLURK. The mute girl’s jaw nearly dislocated as she crammed Jaune’s cock down her throat. Her neck bloated all the way to her collarbone, and tears sprang to her heterochromic eyes. Never breaking eye contact, she forced her lips down his cock, stretching her sopping gullet around his mast inch by throbbing inch. Her shoulders trembled. Her knees nearly buckled. At last, though, her tongue spilled out of her stretched maw and jostled Jaune’s balls – her lips squished to his pelvis. He stared in awe as the mute shortie gurgled and glurked, twitching on his dick. His cockhead had to be past her stomach – in fact, it was probably lodged somewhere in her small intestine. Quietly, Jaune grasped a fistful of the mute girl’s hair… And started to ram her slippery, crashing cocksleeve of a gullet. Her eyes rolled back in bliss as he galloped his hips, ramming her throat, stomach, and guts with such force that she came almost instantly: gushing down her thighs, squirting like a broken faucet. Her tits swung beneath her, jiggling under the thunderous force of Jaune’s stampeding cock. Even her asscheeks bounced – especially when Jaune spanked it, leaving a big red mark on her sweaty skin. She gurgled and gagged and spluttered and snorted, all kinds of lewd noises milked out of her. “I knew you could talk,” Jaune said with a grin – and rammed himself balls-deep one last time. The mute girl sensed what was coming: she grasped Jaune’s thighs and retched on his cock – just before he threw his head back, clenched his jaw, and came. His cockhead was in her guts, and once he started firing, his jizz just had to follow the maze. The mute girl trembled as spunk erupted from her asshole, firing several feet through the air before splattering down on the floor. Jaune came through her like a broken condom, shot after massive shot surging out of her poor pucker. Twelve shots in, he wrenched his cockhead back into her stomach and dumped the rest of his load there. By the time he pulled out of her, and his throat-shined cockhead flopped from her wide-open mouth, the mute girl’s belly looked several months pregnant. She groaned and toppled onto her face and knees, her ass sticking up in the air, still spurting jizz. Jaune crouched down to wipe his dick on her ass, then stuffed his boxers in the locker. As he headed for the shower, he heard a gentle cough. The mute girl was already standing, holding onto a locker for support. Once she had his attention, she licked her lips and raised her hands. Two fingers of one hole formed a hole, and she pumped the opposite index finger through it. Jaune felt a stir, and grabbed her wrist to push her toward the shower. As she stumbled ahead, he smacked her ass and delighted in its wobble. His head buzzed with glee. He’d never been so exhilarated, so blissful. The mute girl dropped her skirt and stepped under the hot, steamy spray of a shower – pressing her back to a wall. An instant later, Jaune pressed against her, crashing his mouth over hers as his own spunk ran off of her gorgeous body and swirled into the drains at their feet. He squeezed her curvy asscheeks and her strong thighs, tasting her sweet lips, her tongue… When she grasped his flaccid cock and started to stroke, he felt himself hardening almost immediately, bloating in her eager fists. He’d never been this horny before – and it was all thanks to this strange girl. She stood up on her tiptoes and nuzzled his chin with her nose, and then bit his earlobe, humming a tender note. Jaune grasped her hips and lifted her. She was pretty lightweight and easy to handle, almost like a doll. When his cockhead poked her bare pussy, she made a noise like a moan and bit his shoulder, leaving a pink mark there. Her fingernails dug into his arms. He hooked his hands under her smooth thighs for better support and then, with a swift peck to her scalp, he arched his back and entered her. The mute girl tipped back her head and squealed, penetrated deep and hard in the first thrust. Her pussy was tiny and tight, but she didn’t seem to be in pain: rather extreme pleasure, her chocolate-and-strawberry eyes losing focus as her tongue flapped out in wave of ecstasy. Jaune rocked into her without mercy, straining his biceps and back muscles, and his thighs – splattering shower water whenever their hips slammed together. Her belly bulged around his fuckpole: he could tell exactly how deep he was by the way her taut tummy lurched up and down past her navel. The sensation of having someone wrapped around him like an onahole was new to Jaune – just as the mute girl was obviously having a unique experience, clawing his arms and wailing her pleasure as he pounded her needy cunt. Their mouths crashed together again, tongues wrestling between their mouths, across the brims of their lips and down to their chins – slurping and gulping, losing themselves to the depravity. Jaune hissed when the mute girl clamped down on his cock in orgasm, her clear squirt mixing into the shower spray. - “This is much better than staring at the clock, huh?” asked Nora, holding Pyrrha’s red hair and squeezing her head with her thick, cum-soaked thighs. Pyrrha glugged and gargled down below, slurping at Nora’s sopping pussy. “Mmmn. You’re pretty good at this…” Pyrrha groaned. Her emerald eyes were faded, and she plunged her own tight cunt with three fingers as she guzzled mouthfuls of girlcum. She’d waited all evening for Jaune, getting more and more worked up by the minute. She needed some way to clear her mind. - Jaune lifted the mute girl’s leg up high, fucking her while she stood on the tiptoes of one foot. She was flexible as well as stretchy: he could lift her leg all the way up with no problem. She even wriggled her toes against his shoulder as he hammered her, her face and tits pressed against the condensation on the shower room wall. The soggy SMACK, SMACK, SMACK of their sex rang louder by the second, but Jaune didn’t care if anyone heard: this was just too great to slow down, even for one second. Although…he had another position in mind, one he’d always wanted to try out. It took all of his self-control to pull out of the mute girl. When his fat rod plopped out of her pussy, she hummed and looked back at him – and he smacked her rump hard, making it ripple. He tugged her wrist. She seemed to understand, and followed Jaune back into the locker room. Clean and shiny – though still oozing precum from her stretched pussy – the mute girl let Jaune guide her toward a bench. At his urging, she straddled it with her thighs and then leaned forward until her breasts kissed the wood. She watched him nervously over her shoulder, gasping sharp breaths. Jaune gave her ass another quick smack, just to watch its juicy wobble, before mounting the bench and dropping his cock on her back. She squeaked when she felt his glans hit just below her shoulderblades. He was too big – for any girl. That much was clear. And yet, she didn’t blanche at the idea of sex with him. Instead she reddened, and bit her lip, and told him with her eyes just how much she needed him. He was all too happy to oblige. Laying his hands on her doughy asscheeks, he started to rock back and forth on the bench, pumping his massive cock along her soft, smooth back. She crooned and shifted her ass from side to side, not able to do much else, quailing under the sheer size of Jaune’s monstercock. Once he was good and ready, Jaune lifted his hips like a large cat about to pounce on its prey. His pillar slid down her back, over the horizon of her asscheeks…and then prodded her tight pussy between her perfect, thick thighs. The mute girl’s hair dangled off the bench, pink over one side and brown over the other. Her spine arched, pushing her perky ass up in eager lust and wiggling it all over his cock, jostling him around. It was difficult to line himself up when her rump was moving around. He swallowed, took a breath, and PUMPED– The girl threw her head back in a croak of agony as Jaune’s cock plunged into her asshole! He gasped, resting a moment in her tight, twitching pucker. “Sorry about that,” he said – but instead of pulling out straight away, he pulled the mute girl’s hair and SLAMMED his hips down, driving every inch of his shaft into her poor rear. She went cross-eyed, gurgling and gagging under waves of strange sensation, trembling from head to toe. Jaune pumped her ass a few times, hard and brutal, smacking her cunt with his balls – before wrenching out of her. Sccchlop! Her stretched asshole winked at him. “Hgghk…” she gargled. “This time for sure,” said Jaune, and lowered his mouth to kiss her hair…before grasping his cock, guiding it to her delicate petals, and pumping inside. Once he felt the heat of her womanhood around him, he lost all restraint. He powered into her, ramming her hard and fast with every inch of his massive dick. CLOP, CLOP, CLOP, CLOP–! His absurd, broad pillar vanishing into her tiny pussy again and again was a sight to behold, stampeding her cervix with his stallion pole, not giving her a moment’s rest. SCHLOP, SCHLOP, SCHLOP, SCHLOP! Their wet bodies slammed together in brutish harmony, hips sliding over ass, chest over neck, teeth over heir… Jaune clamped his hands over the mute girl’s digging his fingers between her own as he milked gasps and squeals from her trembling lips. Precum oozed from around his plunging dick, mingling with her own slick pussyjuice drooling between the bench slats and slopping to the floor below. Jaune wrapped the mute girl’s hair around his fist. He was almost there. With a growl, he wrenched her up and back, lifting her upper body off the bench so her fatty tits bounced against the open air. She wailed in shock and pleasure as she came again, her poor pussy clenching and squeezing and squirting. He didn’t slow down, not even as her belly reddened around his dancing bulge. He gasped next to her ear, bit her neck, slapped her bouncing asscheeks HARD--! Jaune’s eyes lost focus. His balls clenched upwards and gave an audible ‘glrrgl’. His cock fattened inside the mute girl’s pussy, and with a tremble he started to hose her womb with jizz. Her belly started to swell almost immediately, rounding out under his right hand as he blasted her, filled her up with rope after massive rope of potent white spunk. He could hear his own load sloshing inside her, inflating her… She came yet again, gargling pitifully. The tide of jizz oozing from her pussy grew to ridiculous volume, creating a huge puddle of slop under the bench. When he finally stopped twitching, the mute girl’s belly looked nine months pregnant. She gasped for air, staring hazily into the distance as Jaune slowly lowered her on the bench. When he pulled out, her cunt started to jettison jizz in huge, noisy arches, splattering across the bench and the floor. Jaune carefully turned her over onto her back and ran a hand across her bloated belly, walking around her until he could crouch and kiss her cheek. She turned her head to kiss his lips instead. “Mmg…hah…” “Yeah,” Jaune purred, pushing back her hair with his fingers. “That’s what I thought.” - Minutes later, the sounds of their sex started up again, a rapid clapping beat echoing through the shower room and the halls outside. The noise kept going for hours, all through the night, never stopping until dawn had broken over Beacon. - “I knew you were thirsty,” Nora said, rolling her hips over Pyrrha and grunting each time the double-headed dildo lurched into them. Pyrrha avoided her gaze, staring to the side and blushing hot-red as Nora’s thick thighs squeezed her own. Nora chuckled and bit her teammate’s neck, fondling her perky tits with deft rolls of her palms. “You just needed some encouragement.” She worked harder, faster, twerking her bubblebutt over Pyrra’s toned thighs as the dildo plunged both of their hot, squelching cunts. “Mmn…mmn…maybe I should pretend to be Jaune..?” Pyrrha glared at her, gripping her waist and trembling. “J-Just…shut up and fuck me harder, okay?” “Ahn…okay!” Nora threw back her head in glee and sent her hips into overdrive - RAMMING Pyrrha with the hefty dildo! “You asked for it!” The noises of their sex didn’t stop until morning, either.
Title: [RWBY] Neo Nasty Chapter title: Slammin-Salem Story Description: I've rearranged the chapters into the right order. Anyway, for this story you'll have to accept the premise that Neo is a slut for Jaune's big, fat dick. ...Aw, who am I kidding? It's probably canon anyway. I made a yuri visual novel! It's available on my Patreon right now.~ Original: Huge Breastsx Story Content: It was Jaune’s turn to clean the blackboard. By the time he left the lecture hall, the corridor was empty: the students had all vanished toward the dining hall. Jaune groaned. No chance of grabbing today’s special before it was all gone. He trudged to his locker and opened it forlornly— A pair of eyes, one brown and one pink, peered up at him. Before Jaune could react, Neo seized his collar and yanked him forward. The locker door slammed shut. He was trapped in the narrow space with his stalker, her small breasts squished against his stomach, her face buried in his chest. He thought about struggling, but her fingers on his belt changed his mind. “You could have just called me,” Jaune teased, cramped in the narrow space. She stabbed a hand into his pants and grabbed his cock, wringing it firmly as his breathing grew heavier. The tiny space was heating up. Jaune grasped Neo’s hips and lifted her shirt. She wriggled in his grip, slippery and lithe, but he managed to tug her shirt off and bare her naked torso. She grinned evilly and pressed her bare tits against him, cupping their sides in her palms to make them seem bigger. He gave her multicoloured hair a tug, then stripped off his belt and dropped his pants. There was barely enough space for Jaune to grind his cock between Neo’s thighs while she humped her hips up against him, never dropping her amused little smirk. Even when he squeezed her face between his fingers, she kept glaring at him, daring him to break her. He kissed her viciously, shoving his tongue into her mouth. She hummed and rose on her tiptoes, slinging an arm around his neck. Her hips moved in longer, smoother swings, jerking his fattening schlong with her plump thighs while he huffed and growled against her lips. Sweat began to prick his skin, and then their lips parted, he saw that Neo was sweating too, her face flushed a tender shade of red. She sucked up the strand of drool connecting their lips, pecked his chin, and then peered down intently at his massive, throbbing fuckpillar. Jaune couldn’t wait any longer. He lifted Neo off her feet, and she eagerly wrapped her arms and legs around him – clinging to him like a monkey as he groped her ass, tugged at her waistband, and guided her pants down until her tight little pucker was exposed. Neo huffed and puffed noisy breaths against Jaune’s shoulder, finally showing the faintest hint of nervousness. “What?” he asked. “Did you think I’d hold back?” At last, he raised her enough for the tip of his cock to poke her asshole. The feeling of her tight little hole winking against his crown made him tremble with lust. Neo felt it, too: she squeezed him tighter, looking more desperate to be fucked with each passing second. Jaune wasn’t about to let her off easily. Instead of wrecking her ass from the get-go, he pressed his crown against her pucker…until it slid backwards and into her plump asscrack. She crooned into his neck as he used her cheeks like an onahole, pumping his cock between them, driving the bridge of his monstrous cock over her twitching, trembling little hole. She glowered at him angrily, and lifted her hips in an attempt to shove him inside, but Jaune smacked her ass and forced her back down. Her wail of disappointment made him chuckle. “Calm down, greedy,” he told her. That was the cruellest thing Jaune could have said. Neo had come here half in a frenzy, desperate to be fucked into a coma, but Jaune wanted to take things slow. She struggled in his arms, scratching him, moaning softly into his neck and nuzzling insistently…until he sighed, squeezed her ass, and lifted her until his tip poked her pucker once again. He clamped an arm around her waist, buried his face in her hair, and RAMMED her down. Neo gasped when he entered her, plunging into her guts with such a powerful thrust that her slim belly bulged around his girth. She started to whine and tremble, catching the skin of his neck between her teeth. Jaune fucked her as she gnawed, rocking his hips up as high as he could, standing on his tiptoes to better pound her. Her insides wrapped his cock up like a glove, teasing every inch of his over-needy schlong with nervous clenches and ripples of muscle. Neo jerked her hips in time with Jaune, tiny squeaks of pleasure bursting from her lips. Her pink-and-brown hair stuck to her back with sweat. Soon she was humping him like a rabbit, working her hips in tight, frantic bucks, using him like a machine dildo. Even as she bit his neck and scratched his back, Jaune kept pounding away, colliding his balls with her asscheeks in lewd smacks and claps. The locker was boiling hot, almost unbearably so, but Jaune didn’t want to cool down. The heat urged him to fuck harder, driving deeper and deeper until his base mashed against Neo’s ass with each and every thrust. She tensed up when she felt his entire cock inside her, and threw her hips up – only to bring them down in a hammer-blow, taking him to the hilt once again. Jaune knew he couldn’t keep this up for much longer: Neo felt too good. Any other man would have blown his load twice by now, but Jaune restrained himself, focusing on wrecking Neo’s ass in the tight confines of the locker. Her little yelps grew in volume with each potent thrust, her small-yet-perky titties flying up and down in lovely bounds – but not quite as much as her asscheeks, which were starting to clap to the rhythm. “Fuck,” Jaune breathed, his mouth in Neo’s hair. He seized her cheeks and mashed them in his hands, driving her pussy down to the hilt of his dick and holding her there, rooted balls-deep inside the purring little slut as she tossed her head and trembled against him. He threw out a hand for support, planting his palm on the locker wall. Something buzzed. The inside of the locker filled with red light. “Emergency takeoff in five…four…three…” Jaune and Neo froze, looked at each other, then glanced around rapidly for the cancellation switch. Too late: they felt a downward jolt, and three distinct crashes as the locker shot through three floors and out through the academy roof. The tiny metal enclosure shook and shuddered from air resistance, and suddenly Jaune was mounted on top of Neo, turning horizontal as the locker bent on its arching trajectory. He almost panicked…until he looked down and saw Neo peering smokily up at him, her eyes narrowed. He immediately forgot about their flight and plunged into her again, dragging her hips up against his with a wet SLAP of flesh on flesh and mashing his lips over hers. She squealed and writhed beneath him, clawing his back with her fingernails. Mortal danger or no, they had to bang. - “Come back!” Salem barked, squatting to peer under her bed. Her eyes glowed crimson, her massive chest heaving in and out with each breath, but the cowering Grimm only whimpered and shrunk back into the shadows. The pale sorceress began to lift the bed with one hand. “Your mistress is horny. Three rounds are now enough. If you don’t get out of there right now, I’ll–” An eruption. Salem froze, then slowly stood. The Grimm fled from her bedchamber as she turned and looked upon the destruction. Something had just crashed through her bedroom wall: a big metal pod, faintly smoking from friction. As Salem stared, the pod hissed and popped open. Through the mist Salem watched a broad, muscular figure humping violently up and down, hammering a brutal length of cock into the smaller figure beneath it. The male gasped and grunted as he hammered away, drawing out high-pitched moans from his partner. He picked up speed, spanking the woman’s ass with his balls, clapping and clopping louder and wetter as he gushed unruly amounts of precum into her cunt. Salem bit her lip and took a step back, shocked despite herself – watching a stud have his way with a woman in her own bedchamber. What in the world was this..? Neo fell back in bliss, back arching, pussy squirting around the base of Jaune’s cock. He roared and buried himself deeper still, erupting a massive load into her womb, painting it white with his seed. The lovers picked themselves up slowly. Neo couldn’t stand properly, so Jaune pushed her gently into the pod where she slumped and crooned, massaging her stretched, cum-oozing pussy. Jaune climbed out and looked around the bedchamber, squinting in confusion until his eyes fixed on Salem. He might have seen danger if he wasn’t so horny: instead he saw a curvy beauty watching him with lust and eagerness, trembling with anticipation. - Ten seconds later, Jaune was fucking Salem’s ass hard on the bed. The evil sorceress’s THICK bubblebutt bounced with every thrust, wobbling and rippling sweatily as Jaune’s monstercock barrelled in and out of her squeezing pucker. She wailed and clutched her face, drool oozing between her clenched teeth, face down and ass up. He was ruining her for any other man or creature with his Grimm-humiliating cock. Her naked body was grotesque and gorgeous, milk-white but streaked with black veins, thick and strong enough to brace herself against Jaune’s thrusts. Salem moaned into the sheets, clawing the fabric until it tore. This was better than any Grimm’s clumsy fucking: Jaune was a real man, overwhelming her womanly instincts until she was reduced to a jiggly, slutty heap of lust. Her tits pancaked beneath her, pushing out under her biceps and providing a wobbly platform for her to rest her torso upon. Jaune spanked Salem as he pounded her, too horny to assess the situation. He didn’t know where he was, nor whom this strange, evil-looking slut was, but she was curvy and bouncy and that was all that mattered. Salem shuddered and gnashed the bedsheets in embarrassment, but even in the depths of her humiliation she started to bob her hips, twerking her ass around Jaune’s dick. He grunted and bent over her, sucking on her sweaty pale flesh as his hips went into overdrive, smashing Salem’s ass while she stirred his meat inside her. CLOP-CLOP-CLOP-CLOP--! The noise of his balls spanking her cunt again and again, splattering glistening nectar in every direction. Salem gurgled and curled her toes as she came from the brutal slapping - reaching down between her legs and hooking two fingers into her slutty cunt, masturbating as she squirted like the whore she was. Jaune arched his back and came inside her, growling as he blasted a thick, creamy load directly into her guts. Salem whined when she felt Jaune filling her up, pushing vast amounts of splooge through her insides until even her stomach felt full. She expected the blissful torment to end, but she had another thing cumming. Jaune pulled out and switched to her cunt – her sopping, drooling, MILFy pussy. It clenched around his tip as he pushed, almost sucking him into her. Nearby, Neo watched in glee, biting her fingertips, thrilled that her man was conquering another steaming-hot bitch for their harem. She fingered herself needily, huffing and puffing, shivering whenever Jaune glanced her way. He fucked Salem hard, dragging the underside of his dick over her clit-rubbing fingers and bouncing her cheeks even more ferociously than before. “Fuck,” Jaune said. “Wanna be our newest bitch? We have an opening…” But Salem was too dazed to respond on account of Jaune filling her opening. She gasped in pleasure, red eyes rolling, submitting to the young man’s gigantic cock. Her asscheeks clapped against his abs and even his chest, so huge and squishy that they slid up and down his torso with every thrust. “Frrgghhh,” Salem moaned, struggling to compose her thoughts. “Don’t stop..! Never…never stop…I command you--nnghh…” Jaune pulled out for just a moment, so he could flip the evil bitch over and pin her legs beside her head. She peered up at him, her eyes distant and bleary. The witch had no choice but to moan at the ceiling as Jaune pushed against her vulva again. They quivered against his schlong, rippling, drawing him slowly inside. When he poked the first few inches through, Salem’s cunt moved as if it had a mind of its own, schlucking and clenching, undeniably tugging at his cock. He groaned with renewed desire and, taking her massive, bare tits in his hands, he rammed balls-deep into her. Salem was hot, and wet, and everything he could have dreamed of. She crooned into Jaune plunged his meat home with a goo-splattering SQUELCH. He immediately started slamming Salem’s pussy without a shred of mercy, rocking her back and forth on the bed, bulging that pale belly around his monster fuckstick while the magical MILF gurgled and groaned. Jaune scooped his hands under her ass and pummelled her sloppy pussy into oblivion. Salem came within moments, tossing her head back and forth, lips drawn back from her teeth in a drooling growl. The pressure was too much - even for Jaune. He arched his back, slammed his cock home, and exploded inside Salem. His orgasm was audible, each potent cumshot gurgling and burbling into the witch’s womb until her belly swelled outwards. She wriggled from the strain, but Jaune wasn’t about to go easy on her: he kept her cunt plugged, his cock buried balls-deep, even as she began to cry out from the stretching sensation. Her fearful cries only invigorated Neo’s lust: the mute girl masturbated violently, plunging four fingers into her pretty pussy. When Jaune finally pulled out, cum poured from Salem’s gaping cunt. The witch sprawled limply, gasping, gagging for air, pawing at her own bloated belly. Neo rested her head upon the witch’s gut and stretched out, relaxing after the exhilarating show, while Jaune sat back heavily and peered at the ceiling. He had no idea how he was going to get home, but that didn’t seem quite so important as how quickly he could recover. He wanted to screw this big, curvy slut again as soon as his body would allow. When he looked down and saw Salem peering at him through the valley between her tits, chewing nervously on her lip, he knew she felt the same. He stroked his cock over her cunt, sliding globs of goop off his massive, softening shaft onto her twitching pussylips. It looked like her pussy was breathing, winking at him even as white cream trickled out of her. Jaune might have stopped there…if he was the Jaune of two months ago. Instead he drew his hips back, angled up, and plunged his meat back into Salem’s needy pussy - to screw the busty witch at full force. Slaps and claps, and the moans of the evil mistress, echoed through the castle.
Title: [RWBY] Neo Nasty Chapter title: Subby-Substitute Story Description: I've rearranged the chapters into the right order. Anyway, for this story you'll have to accept the premise that Neo is a slut for Jaune's big, fat dick. ...Aw, who am I kidding? It's probably canon anyway. I made a yuri visual novel! It's available on my Patreon right now.~ Original: Huge Breastsx Story Content: While Jaune was walking in the hallway, someone tugged on his shirt. He turned – and froze when he saw the black suit and tie of a teacher. What had he done wrong? He’d been minding his own business, and now he was about to get chewed out in the middle of the corridor? Just as his panic reached its peak, he focused on the ‘teacher’ who had stopped him. His lips slowly parted. Neo peered up at Jaune with a coquettish smile, adjusting her glasses and squeezing her textbook underarm. She blew a gentle puff of air between her lips, as though the delight of seeing Jaune again was almost too much for her small body to handle. She held the collar of her shirt slightly away from her chest, revealing a sliver of plump cleavage. Her smile widened. The encounter was fairly short-lived. Neo held his gaze for a moment, then bumped her hip against his leg and walked away at a jaunty pace. He stared after her, watching her butt sway in her tight, short dress. He swallowed faintly – and then continued on his way to class, trying to hide the sudden bulge in his pants. It was going to be a long day. - Jaune couldn’t focus on class. His thoughts kept straying back to Neo, teasing him in her cute disguise. He squeezed his thighs tightly together, pressing his massive erection under them as heat threatened to consume him. “Is everything alright?” asked Pyrrha, beside him. Jaune glanced at her, trying to keep a cool face, but he must have looked tense; Pyrrha pursed her lips and touched his arm in concern. “Are you sick? We could go to the nurse–” “I’m fine,” Jaune said with a grin. Pyrrha frowned inquisitively, shrugged, and re-focused on the lecture. Jaune felt bad for brushing her aside, but he couldn’t maintain a conversation while his cock was draining the blood from his brain. His eyes kept darting to the different corners of the room, half-hoping to see the new ‘teacher’s aid’ loitering just out of his field of view, but Neo was nowhere to be seen. Halfway through the lecture, Jaune started to breathe normally. She’d find him soon enough. Once the lecture ended, Jaune made a quick exit – heading straight for the nearest bathroom. He intended to jerk off in a toilet stall, so he could clear the dirty thoughts from his head and continue with his day. Before he got five steps from the lecture hall door, though, a hand seized his wrist and tugged him into a small, otherwise-empty classroom. His assailant slammed the door shut, then twisted Jaune around and tugged his hair down into an open-mouthed kiss. Neo peered lovingly into his eyes, hiked up on her tiptoes as she rolled her tongue around in his mouth. Her slick, agile muscle flicked along the roof of his maw and rolled against his gums, then toyed with his own shy muscle. Jaune immediately pushed a hand through her hair and returned the kiss. As the mute girl squished her suit-clad chest beneath his own, he grabbed her shoulders and pulled her against him instead. Her arms went around his waist. The gentle sounds of their kissing smacked and schlicked in the empty room while, on the other side of the door, a crowd of students filtered by. Already, Neo was toying with Jaune’s shirt, rolling the fabric up his muscled back and abs. He helped her, tugging his shirt over his head and flinging it aside. Neo raked her fingernails down his abs, biting her lip in such a hungry expression that Jaune’s groin gave a massive throb. “Damn it,” Jaune said as Neo stepped back, tugging off her jacket and unbuttoning her shirt. The sight of her big, pearly-smooth breasts excited him beyond words. Neo pressed her tits together with her biceps, making them wobble and sway. She knew how much he loved her chest, and exploited her bubbly knockers to mesmerise him. When she met his gaze again from behind her glasses lenses, and chuffed a little breath that fogged up the glass, Jaune squeezed his bulge before opening his belt, walking toward Neo as she leaned back against a desk, eagerly stripping out of her skirt. No panties, naturally. Neo breathed quickly, her big tits rising and falling subtly as Jaune approached. She slid a hand down her stomach and rubbed her clit with her middle finger, faster and tighter as her favourite student loomed before her. Jaune dropped his pants, and his monstercock spilled free to SLAP against a muscular thigh, before throbbing forward, rising slowly to point at Neo’s belly and boobs. Neo was short enough for him to slide his cock between her tits while they were both on their feet; she was merely leaning back against the desk, presenting the beautiful plain of her stomach and valley of her breasts to his raging lust. Once he was all wrapped up in her boobs, Neo clawed them tightly together and pumped them up and down, grinning widely. Each breath fogged her glasses, especially when Jaune’s cockhead bumped them askew. He grunted, firing a shot of steamy precum that splattered the inside of one lens and painted a line on Neo’s forehead and hair, as well as the desk behind her. She gave an open-mouthed moan and rolled out her long tongue, squishing it against Jaune’s cumvein. Jaune started to thrust his massive rod along Neo’s belly and through her tits, letting her tongue tease fresh gluts of pre out of his sensitive cockhead. She raised a slender leg and planted her black heel against his chest, teasing him with the sharp point as he used her torso to jack off. She even crossed her arms behind her head and watched him with a sultry, half-lidded gaze, letting him do all the work while she fluttered her eyelashes and let his cock run over her pursed lips. She was teasing him, lounging in her triumph – like a queen enjoying her harem of one. Jaune scowled and leaned over Neo until his face was inches from her own. Her smile widened, as if to say: Well? What are you gonna do about it? Jaune took that as a challenge. He whipping his cock off of her, he seized Neo’s waist and buried his face in her tits, sucking and kissing, biting sharply. She gasped, assaulted by tender spikes of pleasure, squirming beneath her lover. Jaune trapped both of her stiff, needy nipples in his mouth and lashed them with his tongue, staring into her eyes. At the same time, Neo seized his cock and jacked it against her waist, pumping as hard as she could with one tiny hand. She looked disappointed when he shot precum that didn’t land somewhere on her body. Jaune broke away from her nipples only when his lungs screamed for air. He pushed Neo back on the desk and knelt between her thighs, hooking his hands around her asscheeks. She wrapped her thighs around his head immediately, watching him through the valley of her tits as he leaned in, licked her clit, and then started to eat her out. Neo tossed her head back in frenzied pleasure, gnawing her lip, going cross-eyed as her lover worked his tongue. Soon he had her moaning sweetly, clasping her fingers through his blond hair. She threw her head from side to side in throes of passion, her tight tummy fluttering with nerves, toes curling against the small of Jaune’s back. Neo dragged her fingers through his hair as her eyes blurred, the tip of her tongue poking between her lips. She looked at the ceiling, giving a bright yelp! Jaune closed one eye as Neo squirted all over his face, clenching and twitching, squeezing her thighs around his head. She locked him in place, determined to give him her own, feminine brand of bukkake while he knelt there, helpless to resist. He stroked his palms back and forth under her thighs, kissing her climaxing cunt, praising her body for all its hard work while she trembled and mewled over him. Finally, Neo started to relax. Jaune wasn’t about to let that happen: he grabbed her thighs and heaved, pressing them up and back against her waist, her calves beside her head. Once she was pinned in his tight mating press, Jaune covered her, peering down into her eyes. Her glasses were so tilted that she was no longer looking through them. Her pink and brown eyes gleamed with adoration as he positioned his cockhead against her sopping pussy, preparing to give her the fuck of a lifetime. She reached out with her slender arms, wrapping her fingers through his hair once more and pulling him down to kiss her. The moment their tongues touched, Jaune lurched forwards and downwards – driving his monstercock deep into her pussy. Neo was deliciously hot and soft, clenching so tight around his shaft that he thought he’d cum instantly. His expression must have looked bizarre, as Neo’s eyes crinkled in amusement even as she trembled around the enormous insertion. When Jaune looked down, he gasped: her slim belly bulged around the shape of his cock. She crooned and ran her fingertips down the twitching bulge, just as amazed as Jaune. Then she held his cheek, making him look into her eyes, encouraging him to fuck her without breaking eye contact. Jaune exhaled…and started to rock back and forth, rutting her molten-honey pussy with long, firm strokes. Neo lusted for torment, it seemed: no matter how deep he went, or how hard, any pain that sprang to her face was quickly replaced by pleasure. Soon his balls nestled against her asscheeks, pulsing gently against her rosy butt while she hummed and gasped for air. They made out, rolling tongues between their mouths, searching inside each other’s gums. Her gasps grew higher and higher pitched, her eyes struggling to maintain focus. As her head rolled to one side, Jaune kept thrusting, holding her waist for support. Neo’s big boobs bounced under his own chest; her fat, suckable nipples sliding across his abs. Her tongue spilled out in joy, and she covered her forehead with a lazy arm… But what Neo saw was completely different. Looking toward the door in her daze, she saw it was open. Someone was standing in the hallway, looking in on the lewd scene. Neo recognised Glynda Goodwitch: that curvy figure was unmistakeable. The green-eyed older woman seemed shocked by her discovery, not quite sure what to do. She must have caught students having sex in the past, but not like this: never so hard, or so passionately. It helped that Jaune and Neo had rockin’ bodies that could excite even the stoniest prude…and Glynda obviously wasn’t a prude. She bit her plump lower lip when she saw Neo staring…and gasped when the mute girl grasped her own breasts, rolling her small hands over them to tease the pervy teacher. One hand crept down her belly, alongside Jaune’s thrusting bulge, and rolled two fingers over her sopping clit – toying with herself for Glynda’s viewing pleasure. Neo switched her attention back to Jaune. She hooked a hand behind his head and glared into his eyes, letting him know she wanted it harder – harder than he’d ever fucked her before. Jaune gulped, looking uncertain for a moment, but then he grinned and bit her bottom lip. He wrapped his arms tightly around Neo and lifted, flipping her onto all fours on the desk. His palms came down in a double-handed SLAP across her asscheeks, and Neo would have howled if she’d had a voice to do so. A moment later, Jaune was thrusting again, pounding her pussy while she tossed her head and arched her back in bliss. The desk rocked, and Neo’s tits clapped together as they swung wildly between her arms. Her tongue rolled out once again, long and glistening red, reaching all the way to her chin… Glynda was smitten. Her heart raced behind her massive tits, which heaved up and down drastically with each ragged breath. Before she knew it, she’d slipped a hand into her skirt and was eagerly pumping two fingers in her cunt, grinding the first joints against her needy clit. She leaned against the doorframe, huffing and puffing loudly, stooping slightly as the strength drained out of her – or more precisely, as it focused itself on providing her pleasure. As Glynda’s face turned red with desire, she watched Jaune fucking the strange, two-hair-coloured girl into oblivion. The slut knew a teacher was watching, but she didn’t care: if anything, it only made her hornier. When Neo slid her right hand down her chest and smacked the side of a bouncing udder, Glynda knew the display was for her. The dirty little whore… Glynda winced, downright railing her pussy with three fingers. Schlickschlickschlick… God, she hoped no one saw. She was about to reach her peak, and there was nothing she could do to stop it: her only option was to race ahead, and push herself off the edge before she really embarrassed herself. Jaune stooped lower over Neo, hooking an arm under her belly and pulling her up against him. She canted her head under his chin and flickered a naughty look up at him. At last, her glasses fell from her ears and off the desk edge. The lenses popped out when the frame hit the floor. Neo’s asscheeks rippled under each impact, her pussy gushing so much girly nectar that her unusually excessive cum covered most of the desk. Jaune let her tits spill over his free hand, shivering when he felt how soft, heavy, and slippery they were. Neo gave an eager yelp and grit her teeth as she hit another orgasm, clenching and squeezing around every inch of Jaune’s titanic, pummelling cock. Jaune knew he couldn’t last much longer, so he hooked his arms under Neo’s thighs and hoisted her into the air – lifting her against him with her knees against her shoulders. Her belly-bulge stood out even more as he pounded her like a toy, thrusting upwards into her sopping, drizzling womanhood. Neo’s expression was a wide, toothy grin of absolute bliss, her eyes rolled back into her skull. She reached up and back to tousle Jaune’s hair as he slammed the final few thrusts into her pleading cunt. Glynda gasped in desperation as Jaune tensed up. His orgasm was so powerful that he all but froze, bliss washing over his eyes. His muscles strained as his balls clenched, flooding his shaft with potent, sperm-infused seed that rushed into Neo’s womb, shot after twitching shot. Most of his seed flowed out of the beauty in his arms, gushing around his base and down his balls and thighs – but even with so much escaping, Neo’s belly swelled slightly, a pink bloat signifying a womb pumped beyond the brim with hot seed. Glynda realised she was over the edge, and there was no scrambling back. She’d intended to finish herself off to the show and then quietly leave, but it was too late for that. As she dug deep into her pussy, Jaune glanced her way – and his eyes widened in shock, unable to believe what he was seeing: Glynda Goodwitch clinging to the doorway with one hand, pummelling her naughty cunt inside her dress with the other, her knees trembling as she squirted all down her thighs. “D-Don’t look!” she wailed as he sank to her knees, bucking wildly around her own skilful fingers. Neo, still in Jaune’s arms, stuck out her long tongue at Glynda. Her pink and brown eyes sparkled. - “M-More!” Glynda squealed as Jaune pounded her over the desk. Her face was a mask of raw, unrefined pleasure, her green eyes distant and hazy. When Jaune tugged her blonde hair, she gave a sweet wail and hiked her thick, curvy butt up higher. Each thrust made her cheeks wobble far more than Neo’s ever did. As for Neo – she knelt in front of Glynda, watching the teacher’s face rock back and forth. Neo glanced at Jaune before cupping Glynda’s cheeks between her hands and kissing her firmly, slurping around inside her moaning mouth. When Neo broke the kiss, a line of saliva vibrated between the two women’s mouths. Neo licked her lips and grinned evilly. Just then, the two women heard Jaune groan in pleasure. He grabbed Glynda’s waist and went into overdrive, HAMMERING her pussy into oblivion with his noisy monstercock. His balls smacked her thighs over and over, and Glynda yelped and wailed in utter bliss as Jaune drove her to orgasm after squealing orgasm. His thrusts grew in power, stunning even Neo, until he hit his peak and flooded Glynda with jizz. Her belly bloated around his colossal load, pancaking out across the desk until her tummy all but smothered the surface. Even ludicrously bloated, Glynda howled in bliss, flecking Neo’s face and tits with spittle. Neo gave Jaune a look that meant: Can we keep her? Jaune just grinned and slapped Glynda’s ass possessively, completely satisfied.
Title: [RWBY] Neo the Stallion Chapter title: 9-10-glurks Story Description: Beacon has a new student. Cornering Blake in her room, Neo proceeds to wreck the Faunus every which way with her massive, literal horsecock. Donating to my Patreon will help the development of my H-game. The public release can be downloaded here! Anime & Manga: RWBYx Story Content: Blake was bored during a lecture when she caught another student peering at her from across the room. Blake tensed – the usual reaction for a Faunus coming under intense scrutiny from a non-Faunus – but the strange girl didn’t seem to be staring maliciously: in fact, those pink-and-brown eyes watched Blake with open curiosity. Blake frowned and tried to focus on her notes, but she was unable to fully concentrate for the rest of the lecture. - “See you back at the dorm!” Yang chirped before heading off toward the gym, ready for her next class. Blake watched her go, then turned and found herself staring directly into the heterochromic eyes of the girl who’d been watching her all throughout the lecture. Short and slender, the pink-and-brown-haired girl seemed like no threat to anyone, and her rosy cheeks made her she was harbouring one hell of a crush for Blake. “Hey,” Blake said blandly, and waited for an answer. None came: the girl just grinned and clasped her hands over her stomach. Blake hesitated, looking the strange girl up and down…before callously tossing her backpack into her arms. “If you’re not gonna introduce yourself, you can at least carry my stuff.” Blake turned and walked, half-expecting the girl not to follow, but the shortie fell in beside her, marching with a jaunty step, high heels click-click-clicking along the floor. - When they finally reached Team Rwby’s dorm, Blake shut the door behind them and pitched back her head in a relieved groan. Getting some alone-time was a blissful mercy after a long day of lectures…even if that ‘alone time’ happened to feature a strange, mute girl who may or may not have a crush on her. Turning to the girl, Blake parked her fists on her hips and raised an eyebrow curiously. “Even if you can’t speak, you can still tell me your name.” The girl hummed a noncommittal note, walking past Blake to dump the bag on her bed. Blake noticed, curiously, that the girl made a beeline straight for her bed, though she’d given no indication where she slept. Opening a bedside drawer, the girl took out a paper and pen, made a few markings, and held up the paper for Blake to see. ‘NEO’, it read. “Neo,” said Blake. “Look, I’m flattered and all, but I’m not really the dating type. You’d have to catch me in a really good mood to even stand a chance. That may sound cruel, but it’s just the way things are.” The watched Neo’s eyes drop in disappointment, and felt a pang of regret. The short girl was cute, that much was for sure, but Blake just wasn’t ready for that kind of commitment. And besides, she was still trying to figure out her feelings for someone else— Neo held up a finger, as though to say, Wait, I have an idea. She approached Blake, peering up into her eyes from around chin-level, and gently grasped her hips. Blake shook herself away, scowling, which only made Neo’s grin widen. Before Blake could do anything else, Neo reached down and opened her pants – then stuck out her tongue as she lowered them. In any other situation, Blake would have immediately kicked the little perv’s ass, but this was…different. As Neo’s pants slid down her legs, they revealed something that had until now been hidden: a broad, brutal cock, riddled with veins thicker than Blake’s fingers, throbbing bigger and fatter even as she stared. So this Neo was a Faunus – a horse one, it seemed like, given the shape and size of her dick. When it finally sprang from her pants and leapt up into the air, it spurted a thick glob of hot precum up Blake’s left leg, drenching her thigh and hip. Neo kicked her pants away and straightened with hands on hips, proudly presenting her gargantuan member to Blake. “I-…I…uh…” Blake bit her bottom lip, unsure what to do or say. She wanted to tell Neo to get lost, but the mere presence of that dick stopped such words from emerging. As the room heated up, Blake could feel her animal instincts awakening, demanding that she claim that studly spire for herself, to let it flood her womb with billions of powerful sperm. Her knees trembles, her thighs pressing tightly together as she fidgeted with the hem of her shirt. “Y-You’re a…uh…” Neo tossed a hand through her hair, flicking a pink lock back over her ear. Her eyes narrowed, and she took a predatory step toward Blake – who backed away, her butt bumping the wall as she breathed sharper and heavier breaths. Neo stepped forward again, and again, and suddenly her enormous horse-flare was pressing up Blake’s stomach, grinding against her with slow thrusts, bubbling forth thick balls of precum that splattered on the Faunus girl’s clothes. Blake squirmed and resisted only faintly, too weak to raise any real protests to Neo’s cock scaling her torso. Soon it pressed between her breasts, and then, with one final thrust, that immense, equine cockhead smushed against her chin and lips. Blake felt her chin actually dip into Neo’s red-hot urethra, wild spurts of precum bursting over her mouth and flooding it with overly-potent cream. She gagged and coughed, but Neo’s breeding aura kept her from pulling away. Soon the entire front of her body was caked in precum: thick, white slime dripped from her groin and pooled on the floor beneath her while she gurgled and chewed on Neo’s hyper-potent jizz… Once Neo was sure Blake had been completely subdued, she stepped back, trailing her cockhead down the Faunus’s body once again. Blake groaned faintly, precum oozing from her mouth, her yellow eyes blurry and distant as Neo clasped her face between tightening fingers. Neo’s smile was downright sinister, her own chest heaving in and out with excited breaths. Neo didn’t bother leading Blake to a bed – instead, she threw her down onto all fours and let her enormous horsecock WHAP down on her back. Blake gave a gentle moan of protest as Neo mounted her, resting that vicious dick on her back while her huge, superheated balls gurgled against her asscheeks and thighs. With the hilt resting just above her asscrack. Neo’s cock reached all the way up Blake’s body and past her head, where it dribbled hot ballslop over her face. How helpless, how slutty! Neo loved it when girls completely gave up hope before her monstercock, their ancestral instincts drowning their intelligence in the desire to be bred. Whatever crushes or devotions they had prior to meeting Neo, simply melted the moment she entered them – as Neo planned to do presently. The mute girl didn’t bother closing the door: if someone walked in, they’d be treated to a view unlike any other. “N-No…” Blake murmured as Neo dragged her hips back, stroking that abnormal cock down her back, down the curve of her spine, until the dinnerplate-thick flare mashed her asscheeks beneath it. Neo dug her thumbs into Blake’s thick cheeks, painfully mauling them. She had no intention of removing Blake’s pants: clothing was no obstacle to the raging horsecock. Neo slapped Blake’s ass, making it wobble deliciously, then straightened her back and bit her bottom lip, preparing for entry. Her fingertips slid around Blake’s hips, squeezing tighter and tighter as her heart hammered faster in her chest…before, at last, Neo STRUCK her hips forwards. Blake shrieked in panic, but the equine flare simply slipped off of her butt and up her back. Neo tried again, and again elicited a sharp cry from Blake as the abnormal fuckrod slipped between her thighs. But third time was the charm: Neo repositioned, smushing her giant horsecock tightly against Blake’s thick rump, making sure she was dug in nice and deep. She took a deep breath, and while Blake whimpered for mercy, she thrusted with all her might. Blake’s pants tore around Neo’s cock, and her asshole gaped more than twenty times its usual dimensions as that gargantuan, throbbing horsecock speared her guts. A colossal bulge shot up Blake’s belly, all the way past her navel, rearranging her innards! It took a moment for the pain to register on Blake’s consciousness: when it did, a breathless, choking cry burst from her lips, along with a shower of spittle. Blake barely had the breath to scream, never mind to plead with Neo, but she kept trying: “Please--! No, this is--!” Neo ignored Blake, and hooked an arm around the Faunus’s belly as she began to thrust. “Haah--!” Neo cried in delight as she jerked off using Blake’s guts, reshaping her intestines into nothing but a sleeve for horsecock. SCHLOP, SCHLOP, SCHLOP! Blake’s belly-bulge lurched up and down, barging against her ribs as Neo thrashed against Blake’s asscheeks. Blake’s yellow eyes rolled up and back, streaming tears down her dark red cheeks as she gagged on her own despair. With each thrust, Blake became less of a sentient being and more of a mindless cockplug. Neo intended to wring as much use out of the girl before that happened. Grabbing Blake’s hair, Neo yanked her toy’s head back and started to pound her at full force, focused on burrowing her giant cock deeper and deeper. Each time she encountered a barrier inside Blake, she ploughed right through it, concerned only for her own pleasure. Blake’s panicked screams and screeches stopped after a point, as her neck swelled around Neo’s broad cockhead, and she began to cough and choke on her oppressor’s surging precum. Slime burst from her mouth and nose, and her eyes bulged in their sockets as she pawed at her own bloated neck. “Glrrhhk! Hrrg…” Neo smiled blissfully, sweat sticking her multicoloured hair to her scalp and cheeks. While Blake was going through unimaginable torment, Neo had never felt such pleasure. She slid a hand under Blake’s cock-bulged neck, caressing it sweetly…and then RAMMED against her with a brutal impact, and groaned her delight as the inevitable happened: Blake’s jaw dislocated, and her yellow eyes pitched downwards in horror as Neo’s enormous, pre-spurting horseflare emerged from her mouth with a SCHLORK! Blake gargled around Neo’s horsecock, completely impaled on its throbbing mass, unable to even squirm due to the immense slab of sex keeping her spine straightened. As tears dripped from Blake’s chin, Neo grasped her asscheeks tightly and drew a deep breath. It was time for the real sex to begin. Neo started to thrust hard and fast, pumping the last few inches of her monsterdick in and out of Blake’s gaping asshole. Her flare lurched back and forth, squishing Blake’s nose when it pulled back and dragging her tongue out of her mouth when it bucked forwards. GLRK, GLRK, GLRK, GLRK! Blake could do little but stare as Neo’s thrusts grew longer and longer, starting to withdraw her flare down Blake’s throat before rocketing it forwards and out, pulling it deeper and deeper down her gullet with each retreat. “Hnng…” Neo was trembling with bliss, overwhelmed by the tight, ridged onahole that was Blake’s digestive tract. Soon she was swinging her hips all the way back and forth, making her own asscheeks SMACK behind her while her humongous, cum-churning nuts spanked Blake’s thighs. The deep, trembling impacts made Neo cry out more frequently. She’d never encountered a sleeve quite like this one, and the more she thrust through Blake’s system, the more she lamented that her pet would soon be entirely busted. “Mmn, hn, ah!” GLRCH, GLRCH, GLRCH—! Blake’s eyes went distant as she surrendered herself to Neo’s rampant bucking, to being little more than a sleeve for abnormal horsedick. She couldn’t fight back, her willpower was completely broken – what else could she possibly do, but rock back and forth on Neo’s cock like a good little toy, watching her saliva drag down that hole-gouging flare each time it emerged from her throat? As Neo pumped, she tore at Blake’s pants, ripping the remaining scraps of cloth from over that juicy rump. As soon as it was fully exposed, Neo began to deliver slap after brutal slap to Blake’s asscheeks, making them jiggle and bound. Blake’s eyes snapped even wider at the ringing pain from behind, struggling and squirming on Neo’s cock, gargling pitifully, but there was nothing she could do. She was doomed to take this torment for as long as Neo wished it to continue. Doomed… But suddenly, Neo pulled sharply back, nestling her cockhead deep in Blake’s guts and panting for air. Neo’s eyes were dizzy, her mouth hanging open, her shoulders drooping helplessly. She was on the verge of an orgasm, but she didn’t want to cum just yet – not when she had so much planned for poor Blake. Her rest gave Blake a short reprieve, enough to catch her breath somewhat and re-organise her thoughts. Neo pulled all the way out of Blake – slowly, so as not to cum by accident. Once her cockhead burst from the Faunus’s slimy, clenching rim, Neo peered into her winking insides for a moment, appreciating just how deep she could see, before walking around Blake and grasping her hair. She dragged the gurgling, spitting cutie to the bed, then hauled her up onto it, making her lie on her back with her head dangling over the edge. Blake shook head head weakly, but before she could attempt to speak again, Neo grasped her neck and forced her flare into her mouth, bulging her cheeks out while her lips stretched abnormally. Neo leaned forwards and grasped Blake’s legs, lifting them up like handlebars as she slowly forced her cock down the gurgling slut’s throat. Blake wriggled desperately, but she couldn’t stop Neo’s cock from entering her, inch by slow inch, plunging behind her breasts and toward her stomach. “Hrrrgl--!” Neo wiped the sweat from her brow, then adjusted her grip on Blake’s legs, and started to THRUST. The noises that emerged from Blake’s gullet as Neo’s cock thundered in and out of it were a wonder to perceive, and each soggy GLURT and GLUKTCH made Neo’s entire body tingle with glee. Wrecking Blake on her own bed, destroying her throat and making her shirt rip around her belly-bulge… Nothing made Neo happier. She pumped harder and faster by the second, colliding her balls with Blake’s eyes at a frantic pace, stirring up a soup of sweat and tears that vaporised on contact. SCHLOP, SCHLOP, SCHLOPF! Neo tilted her head back and clenched her teeth, swiftly approaching her peak. She was already past the point of no return: she was about to hose down Blake’s innards, and there was nothing anyone could do to stop her! She growled deep in her throat— And came. Neo shunted her hips forwards, surprised by the tide of pleasure that suddenly wrenched through her. It was burning, electrifying, and it made her thrust harder than ever before. She gave another breathy moan, controlled by her own beastly cock, rampaging through Blake as though trying to split her apart. The last scraps of Blake’s shirt tore at last, springing from her body and freeing her big, perky tits to jiggle all over the place as her belly-bulge leapt with each violent throb. Neo’ exploded a thick tide of splooge directly into Blake’s stomach, injecting her with so much cum that her belly instantly began to inflate outwards and upwards. SPLRRRRTCH! Each rope hammered against Blake’s inner walls, flooding her, clogging her innards until, at last, her poor asshole widened and blasted cum up the wall. Basking in the eye of the storm, Neo bottomed out in Blake’s throat and held herself there, huffing and puffing as she spurted and spurted and spurted through the devastated slut’s innards. By now her belly was the size of a beachball, towering almost to the next bunk, gurgling and sloshing with enough spunk to fill a bathtub – and only then did Neo’s cascade die down. She groaned sweetly, biting her bottom lip and looking toward the heavens as she sprayed the last few shots into Blake…before slowly retreating, drawing her hips back an inch at a time, watching her heaving monstercock emerge from Blake’s gaping lips and twitching jaw, polished by the girl’s rippling throat; when it finally popped free, her schlong was drenched in saliva but sparkling clean, dripping drool from every inch of its horrendous mast. Blake oozed cum from both ends, unable to do much but gurgle and spit pathetically, her dislocated jaw making it impossible to speak. Neo sighed happily and stepped back, exhausted by her rampage. She sat down beside Blake’s twitching, beach ball-inflated form and rested an arm on her belly. She needed a short break before she continued – and then she’d leave Blake for her teammates to find, no longer the woman she once was. How deliciously lewd; the very thought of it caused Neo’s cock to stir once again. She licked her lips. Maybe she needed less of a break than she thought.
Title: [RWBY] Neo the Stallion Chapter title: Ciel-and-Cinder-Surrender Story Description: Beacon has a new student. Cornering Blake in her room, Neo proceeds to wreck the Faunus every which way with her massive, literal horsecock. Donating to my Patreon will help the development of my H-game. The public release can be downloaded here! Anime & Manga: RWBYx Story Content: Ciel was being watched. She felt it one day during lunchtime – eyes boring into the back of her head – but when she looked around, she saw nothing out of place, and was left with a strange, creeping feeling in her chest. Several times more over the following weeks did she experience the same feeling, and the same empty resolution. The Atlesian was starting to get nervous. The situation didn’t escalate until Ciel’s next gym session. The other girls were in a rush to get to some party or other, and left her alone in the showers. Ciel stood for a long time under the hot, steaming spray, letting the water soak away her troubles – before drying herself and pulling on her clothes. She was just fixing her blue beret about her scalp when she heard the door open and shut – and when she turned… “Ah,” said Ciel blandly, crossing her arms under her chest. “You must be my stalker.” The woman standing against the door was surprisingly short and gracefully slender, though her chest and hips were nothing to scoff at. She grinned at Ciel, her heterochromic pink-and-brown eyes narrowed to hazy slits as she drank in the view of her target, her prey. Neo had the odd penchant of fixating on individual women at any one time: when she spotted a fat booty swinging behind a gorgeous set of hips, and a lovely face that would look even more beautiful stretched around her cock, the mute cutie could think of nothing but hammering them mercilessly until she was satisfied. Ciel crouched and reached into her pack as Neo approached, never letting her eyes leave the salaciously smiling shortie – and when she rose, they were standing nearly chest-to-chest. Neo mimed Ciel’s arms-crossed position, plumping up her impressive cleavage, and cocked a hip against the air as she leered into her target’s eyes, almost challenging her. Ciel was the first to break. She looked away from Neo and stepped sharply back, scratching her chin awkwardly. There was a bright blush on Ciel’s cheeks. “If you want to talk, then talk,” she said, and frowned as Neo’s face split into a wide, jagged grin. Neo shook her head resolutely, then grabbed Ciel’s wrist and – before the Atlesian girl could resist – shoved her hand between her legs, letting her feel the massive bulge warping the seams of her pants. Ciel gasped, eyes flying wide as she felt the awful might of Neo’s package coiled up so painfully inside her clothes. It seemed infeasible that a small woman like Neo could heft such a monster around all day long, but even as Ciel tried to pull away, that giant fuckrod throbbed against her hand. A smell was filling the air – a powerful, musky odour that threatened to make Ciel’s eyes water. She felt like she was kneeling in the men’s locker room after a rough game, her face pressed beneath walls of sweaty nutsacks--! When Ciel snapped back to herself, Neo was watching her closely, gradually rubbing her hand back and forth on her horrendously massive package. Ciel crooned in gentle despair, and when she tried to pull away again, Neo let her. Ciel fell down onto the bench and stared at the petite woman looming over her; Neo stepped forwards, leaning with both hands on the wall and one knee between Ciel’s thighs, rubbing gently against her groin. “H-Hey…stop…” Ciel murmured, barely able to keep her eyes off of Neo’s enormous, swelling bulge – and even then, she did so by peering into the mute girl’s smoky, narrowed eyes and sultry smile. They promised big things to come, and Ciel didn’t doubt Neo could follow through…but then she remembered the clump of Dust in her left hand, which she’d retrieved from her pack. It was a special mixture; any human would be soothed to docility the moment they took a whiff of the stuff. Ciel could think of no better use for it than now. With a cry, she hurled the Dust up into Neo’s face, saw the surprise and anger flash across the mute girl’s features, watched spiralling eddies of the powder vanish up her nostrils— Neo blinked, a shudder going through her form. Her rubbing knee retreated somewhat. Ciel grinned in pre-emptive triumph and started to rise from the bench, cupping Neo’s chin in a hand. “Sorry, but I’m far too busy to entertain you today,” Ciel purred, leaning forwards until her eyes were mere centimetres from Neo’s own. “I won’t report you to the Academy, so rest easy…but if you ever try to take advantage of me again, you’ll be thrown out on your ass faster than you can believe.” Ciel smirked, bumped her hip against Neo’s, and walked past her – heading for the door. Rrrrrip… Ciel froze when she heard the noise of fabric turning, and twitched with shock when one of Neo’s small, slender, yet oh-so-strong hands clamped down on her shoulder. What on--? No human should have resisted the Dust’s effect. Unless… Ciel slowly turned – and when she laid her wavering eyes on Neo, she gulped. The girl, it seemed, wasn’t a human at all. She was a Faunus, and a horse Faunus at that. Ciel wriggled in Neo’s grip, trying and failing to back away as the biggest, veiniest, most horrendously smelly cock she’d ever seen rose up in front of Neo. Even Neo seemed shocked by its size, but then she looked at the remnants of the Dust drifting in the air around her, and she pursed her lips in sudden comprehension. Ohhh. “Let’s talk about this,” Ciel said quickly, wincing as Neo’s fingers dug painfully into her shoulder. “C-Calm down!” But nothing could calm Neo’s immense boner. It had already surpassed the size of her leg and was heading towards an immensity that went far beyond that. Her balls swelled, too, surpassing bowling balls, and Ciel could hear the vast volumes of splooge churning up inside her testicles, gurgling and glorping, hungry to blast every last rope of that spunk into the nearest hole…which happened to be Ciel’s. Ciel was starting to feel woozy from all the heavy musk. Her knees wanted to buckle, her shoulders wanted to sag…but if she gave up the fight, who knew what Neo would do to her? Actual steam was rising from Neo’s monstrous horsecock, while drops of sweat rolled down her face and cleavage. The mute girl was in heat, and she intended to vent all her frustrations on the beauty in front of her – even if she left Ciel a gaping, twitching mess. In fact, that part was inevitable. With a cry of fear, Ciel jerked away from Neo’s grip and tried to run – but she immediately tripped on the tip of her shoe, yelping as she careened onto her hands and knees: the worst possible position to be in. Evil glee flashed in Neo’s eyes, and when Ciel tried to rise, she bucked her dinnerplate-thick flare against that plump booty, sending the girl sprawling again. “H-Hey!” Ciel hissed, then gave a low wail as Neo grasped the back of her hair and lifted her to her knees. Neo’s knife-edge grin hovered over her shoulder: she could feel the mute girl’s needy, heated breaths against her neck. When Neo pushed her down again, Ciel landed on all fours with a gasp. Her face was bright red, her limbs trembling, her lower lip trapped between her teeth as Neo tugged down her skirt. Neo hummed with delight as those thick, pillowy, mocha buttcheeks wobbled into the open, so big and slappable that the mute girl couldn’t resist: she SMACKED Ciel’s butt so hard that she left a bright red handprint on her skin; Ciel squealed and shook her head as the pain overwhelmed her. But the worst pain – and the greatest pleasure – had yet to come, and Neo intended to savour every second of it. Shunting Ciel’s knees apart and leaning over her, Neo pressed her giant cockhead against those gorgeous buttcheeks. Ciel whimpered as globs of hot precum oozed down between her cheeks, over her tight asshole and helpless, hairless pussy through the fabric of her black panties. “Nngh…y-you’re too big…!” Ciel cried, knowing her protests fell on deaf ears: her Dust attack had been the final straw, driving Neo into an even deeper, more dreadful state of heat than she’d already been in. Ciel was now pinned beneath a rampaging beast, and nothing she could say or do would prevent the frenzy. “Mmhn…” The thought of being split open on Neo’s enormous horsecock was mind-quakingly scary…but at the same time, Ciel couldn’t help but squeeze her thighs together in instinctual bliss. Her ancestral instincts threatened to override common sense: here was a stud that could breed her like no other, and any load from her head-dwarfing balls were sure to get Ciel pregnant. She gave another cry of fright…but this one sounded a little more like a moan than the last one. Neo grinned and grasped Ciel’s ass, squeezing hard, making the smooth brown flesh mash between her fingers. Neo seemed to be telling Ciel that it was time – that her ass was about to become property of that giant dick. Ciel bowed her head closer to the floor and groaned into her fists. “Wait—NNGHH!” As Ciel begged, Neo rammed her hips forwards – and crammed her gargantuan flare deep into the jiggly slut’s guts! Ciel’s slender belly bulged immensely, punching the floor with its expanding mass as Neo surged into the core of her body, gaping her asshole until she thought her mind would break. Ciel panted for air, drawing short, sharp huffs and puffs while looking down beneath her tits, at her own bulging belly! “A-Ah…no way…” Neo gave a contented little hum – and then started to thrust, rocking Ciel back and forth as she wrecked that sloppy little cunt into oblivion. Ciel whimpered and wailed, clinging to the floor as hard as she could while Neo’s wide hips shunted back and forth, brutally wrecking her asshole with noisy SCHLAPs and CLOPs! Her buttcheeks jiggled wildly behind her, their wild wobbles so alluring to Neo that the mute girl couldn’t help but slap, slap, slap them around! “Nngh! Fuck--!” Ciel cried in a hoarse voice, unable to stop her true feelings from pouring out. This was too much! To think Neo had stretched countless other girls out like this…! Come to think of it, Ciel had noticed a few women around Beacon walking a little bow-legged in recent months. Was Neo the culprit? Before she could continue this track of logical thought, Ciel’s head was yanked back by her hair. Neo removed her blue beret and set it upon her own head, giving a proud little growl as she gazed upon the curvy, sweating mocha beauty beneath her. Ciel had no way out: her asshole was stretched to ludicrous width around Neo’s cock! Ciel’s modest yet plump titties flopped back and forth between her biceps, flinging sweat and drool off their glossy mounds while the poor slut’s eyes sank into a deeper and deeper haze of bliss… Neo crooned happily. She wasn’t even halfway inside yet, and Ciel had already devolved into a total, sloppy cocksleeve. No woman lasted long against the battering of Neo’s massive cock, but she always loved it when girls lost instantly, going from proud and haughty to gurgling and whimpering in a matter of seconds. Neo ploughed Ciel’s depths with all her might, punching rapidly against the walls of her guts – but it was finally time to show this slut what she could really do. “Hhn!” Neo groaned as she leaned all the way over Ciel, grabbed her shoulders, and pulled them up against her own. Neo’s hips lifted high in the air, squatting over Ciel’s juicy asscheeks, her monstrous nuts throbbing and gurgling audibly as she dragged inch after inch of leg-dwarfing cock into a vertical position, preparing to drive every last inch into Ciel’s insides! Ciel realised what was happening when Neo bit her earlobe: she squeaked and started to shake her head, moaning for mercy even as that beastly fuckpillar spat fat ropes of precum into her guts, lubing the way for what was to come. Ciel didn’t stand a chance of escape, and judging by the sheer size of that cock, her mind wasn’t likely to ever recover from full insertion; so she squealed, and squirmed, and pleaded, but Neo’s pink-and-brown eyes brimmed with menace, enjoying Ciel’s hopeless, last-minute gambits. And then, ever so slowly and ever so firmly, Neo pressed her hips downwards. Ciel cried out in a shocked gargle, drool flying from her lips as her ass started to gape around the midpoint of Neo’s cock – so thick and riddled with veins that Ciel’s g-spot wasn’t only pressed against through her inner walls – it was crushed, and she squeaked in dreadful, agonised ecstasy as she came like a broken faucet. Ciel squirted hard, squealing and gurgling, shaking her head while her sweet, helpless pussy clenched and spasmed under her horrendously stretched asshole, squirting all over the floor. Neo hummed a note of amusement, but didn’t stop her slow press through Ciel’s tight, clinging insides; she maintained a steady pace, bulging Ciel’s belly all the way up to her chest…and then stretching out her neck. As Neo’s cock climbed her throat, Ciel clamped her jaw tightly shut and gurgled, eyes wide, tears streaming down her cheeks. She knew what was about to happen – what was inevitably going to happen – but she still resisted with all her might, even knowing how hopeless it was. Soon her cheeks bulged around Neo’s slimy cockhead, her mouth filling with the taste of hot cream, and rough spurts of precum started to burst from her nostrils. Neo’s girth pried her jaw open, forcing her teeth to part wider and wider – until with one final, triumphant thrust, Neo jammed her cockhead out of Ciel’s mouth and into the open! SPLUCCH! Ciel was totally impaled. She stared weakly at the glossy horse-flare protruding under her nose, shuddering from the sensation of being speared on a massive, beastly cock from her asshole to her mouth. The raw strength of Neo’s cock lifted Ciel slightly: she remained in the same position even when her hands left the floor and probed the surface of Neo’s vast cockhead, trying to push it back inside…! GLUCH! Neo’s next thrust rocketed her cockhead a solid foot out of Ciel’s mouth before jerking it back to her lips. Ciel realised Neo didn’t even need to un-clog her throat to fuck her: the mute girl grinned and rose to her feet, lifting the poor, mocha cutie into the air and proceeding to drill her all the way through without a second thought. GLUCH, GLUCH, GLUCH, BLUCK, GLOCK! Drool bubbled from Ciel’s lips and slopped from her chin as Neo pounded her booty. Each time Neo’s pale hips collided with the thick surfaces of Ciel’s bubblebutt – and those gargantuan balls smacked her thighs – sweat and cum splattered in every direction. Ciel was turning into nothing but a breeding-tube, her digestive tract converted into a clenching, rippling toy whose only purpose was to get Neo off. Ciel gargled weakly as her arms and legs swung back and forth beneath her, too exhausted to put up any kind of fight, watching Neo’s broad flare lurch back and forth in front of her. Neo’s abnormal fuckhammer seemed to have a life of its own. It bucked and twitched with pleasure, occasionally slinging thick ropes of white sludge out in front of her to splatter on the floor and wall. HRK, GLUK, GLUK, SCHGLUK, GLARGGK--! Ciel’s butt smacked against Neo’s hips again and again, each bone-rattling impact driving Neo’s pleasure toward the heavens: her eyes rolled back beneath wet strands of dangling hair, and she bit her bottom lip in a blissful ahegao, never stopping her machine-like thrusts even when she finally tipped her head back and whined in ecstatic orgasm! Ciel felt Neo’s load bloating her shaft, pouring upwards through her digestive tract, up her throat – and finally through the tight seal of her obscenely stretched lips! The first bolt of semen that fired from Neo’s horsecock was several metres long: it sailed through the air, curling slightly over itself as it flew, and splattered cataclysmically against the wall beside the door. Splrrrch! It was several seconds until the next blast came, and then another, and then another – all while Neo clung to Ciel’s hips for support, her face turning red as she shuddered with bliss, cumming harder than ever before! Ciel came again, too, just from the sensation of Neo’s cum travelling through her cock, causing it to swell rhythmically against her insides; though Ciel’s orgasm was much more muted, betrayed by a few tight clenches of her fists and curls of her toes. When the tide finally died down, Neo whimpered and dug her thumbs into Ciel’s asscheeks, pushing her slowly off of that giant cock. Her orgasm had been so gigantic that the wall was almost entirely painted white, oozing down to become a bubbling snowdrift of spunk. Her cockhead pried against Ciel’s lips, against the tightness of her jaw, until – with a glark – it vanished down her gullet, bulging her neck like she’d just swallowed a dinnerplate flat-end first. Neo’s cock sank into her core and withdrew from her gaping cavern of an ass, dripping spunk from every inch. Neo’s cock sagged somewhat in the middle, softening only partially after her giant orgasm – and when her cockhead finally schlorked out of Ciel’s asshole, it dropped and SMACKED against Neo’s leg, the head resting on the floor. “Huuhnn…” Neo wiped the sweat from her brow and gazed down at Ciel. The mocha slut gurgled into a puddle of slime, her mouth buried in spunk, bubbles bursting around her face as she stared into nothing. She was on her face and knees, her ass still sticking high in the air – her poor rim gaped far beyond the point of sanity. Neo raised a leg and carefully inserted her foot into Ciel’s guts, watching her wriggle and gurgle in helpless sensitivity as she curled her toes against the girl’s inner walls. “Mmn…” Neo foot-fucked Ciel for a few minutes while her asshole winked tighter and tighter, letting it recover somewhat from its ordeal while her massive horsecock thickened and rose into the air once again. It still hadn’t shrunken down; maybe the size increase was permanent? If that was the case, Ciel needed to be punished extra hard for her insolence: hefting this thing around day-by-day was going to be a challenge, to say the least… That was when the door swung open, and a beleaguered-looking Cinder strode into the cum-stinking locker room. The curvy fire witch was dressed in her tight red dress, obscene hips swinging with every step, heels click-click-clicking along the floor. “Neo,” she barked, apparently blind to the scene of depravity in front of her, “where have you--?” Then she stopped, and stared, mouth half-open and arms folded under her breasts. Her eyes flickered down to Ciel, lying in a pile of spunk on the ground, Neo’s leg stuck knee-deep in her asshole. Next, Cinder looked at the massive coating of spunk on the wall beside her. As she processed these details, Cinder’s arms crossed tighter, squeezing her dress close to the contours of her attractive tummy, while one thick thigh rubbed against the other. “What…what’s the meaning of…” And finally, Cinder noticed Neo’s cock – her gigantic, bitch-pulverising horsecock, the head pointed straight at her. Even now, a fat glob of pre was oozing from Neo’s tip, leaking down her flare and dangling, drooping, dropping, splattering on the floor… Cinder’s tongue poked the inside of her cheek while her eyes blurred out of focus, sinking into a prison of lust… Neo winked at her partner in crime, then turned to Ciel and flipped the mocha cutie over onto her back. Not wasting time, Neo covered Ciel in a mating press, lifting her thick thighs against her curvy body and pinning her with the tip of her horsecock drilling against her tight pussylips. “W-Wuh…wait…I’m a…” Ciel groaned in a distant tone, but then she devolved into high-pitched gasps and squeaks as Neo RAMMED her cunt with untold fury. SCHLAP! Ciel came instantly, even as her belly sprouted a monstrous bulge and her womb was punched into her chest cavity. “HOOHNNN!” Ciel squirted like a total whore, twitching and bucking, arching her back as Neo started to pound her without mercy, filling the locker room with wet CLAPs as she cored Ciel out! Cinder bit her bottom lip, unable to believe what she was bearing witness to. Her cheeks glowed a dark shade of red, and the first trickles of girlcum were starting to leak down her thighs. The stink of cum in the air was so rife and powerful that Cinder’s thoughts melted into mush. She forgot the reason she’d come looking for Neo – forgot about everything except that massive, musky cock! The curvy pyromancer found herself walking towards her thrusting teammate, kneeling behind her, watching those immense balls leap up and down, SMACK-SMACK-SMACKing against Ciel’s asscheeks… “Oh…” Cinder just couldn’t help herself – how could any woman? – from bowing down and burying her face deep in Neo’s swinging ballsack. “Mmph!” She rolled out her tongue and swirled it through swathes of sweaty flesh, feasting on Neo’s testicles like a pig at a trough. “Hnngh…schlpp…” Cinder lost all sense of self, smothering her entire face in Neo’s balls and sucking up the mute girl’s sweat, nibbling on the thick skin of her sack while it jiggled and jostled around her ears! Neo crooned in sweet joy as Cinder got to work on her nuts, enjoying the sensation immensely – and she even gave her butt a playful wiggle to show her appreciation, before returning to her brutish slam-thrusts. SCHLUKK, SCHLUK, SCHLUKK, SCHLUKK! Her giant cock stretched Ciel’s pussylips in and out around its colossal girth, threatening to prolapse her poor cunt with each gut-wrenching pump. Ciel was helpless, wailing in multiple orgasms, clutching her own belly as it bulged up past her chest, warped around the shape of Neo’s horsecock! Neo pumped faster and faster, never relenting, utterly determined to unleash a steaming load into Neo’s womb. Nothing else mattered to her. “Haah-nn~!” she cried as another rush of pleasure went through her, arching her back and squeezing Ciel’s thighs, thrusting harder, harder, harder! The twin sensations of Ciel’s tight pussy gripping her cock, and Cinder’s lovely mouth stroking and dragging along her oversized testicles, were too much for Neo to bear. She knew she was about to cum, so she struck toward the finish line without regret, groaning and grumbling as her bliss seared like a fireball in her chest--! She exploded, gasping as she blasted Ciel’s slutty little womb with a bathtub’s worth of hot, hyper-potent semen, impregnating her beyond a shadow of a doubt. SPLRRRRRRKK! Ciel’s belly inflated drastically around Neo’s immense load, swelling to the size of a beachball in a matter of seconds and then growing bigger still. Ciel couldn’t hope to contain every last drop of Neo’s load: a great deal of spunk jettisoned out around her stretched cunt, spraying across the floor under Cinder’s tits in a widening cone. Cinder sucked slavishly on Neo’s nuts as they gurgled in orgasm, her sack pulling taut while the pyromancer nibbled on it like she wanted to spend the rest of her life servicing the mute girl’s enormity. Neo kept rocking her hips long after she’d drained her nuts into Ciel’s cunt, resting atop the gurgling bloat of her mocha belly, crooning gently as she peered down into her new pet’s eyes. Ciel had passed out, her eyes rolling all the way back in her sockets, her tongue dangling out the side of her mouth. The poor girl was done for, converted into a lifelong slave to Neo’s cock, her holes gaped until she could never take another dick again. Considering this a job well done, Neo looked back at Cinder – or rather, the top of Cinder’s head, nuzzling deep into her ballsack. Neo grasped her ‘boss’s hair and yanked her back, holding her against a hip while pulling out of Ciel’s tight cunt. It clenched and rippled every inch of the way, reluctant to release Neo’s monstercock. Ciel could feel billions, trillions of sperms wriggling around in her womb, plunging into her eggs with impunity – and when Neo’s cock finally vacated her cunt, several buckets’ worth of fucksludge poured out of her all at once. Neo could see all the way to Ciel’s cervix, her inner walls shifting rhythmically, trying to close after such a massive stretching. At last, Neo turned to Cinder – and SLAPPED her monstrous horsecock against the pyromancer’s face. She yelped as Neo’s soggy pillar collided with her, another thick rope of semen bursting from the tip and splattering across her belly. Cinder was panting, glaring at Neo, hugging herself tightly. “Y-You’d better take responsibility—” she said, but before she even finished the sentence, Neo was pushing her onto her side, lifting her right leg, and PLUNGING her monstercock inside! Cinder wailed as her belly bulged, ripping through her tight red dress to reveal the bulge in all its glory, lurching back and forth, up and down, while Neo started to hammer her leader with all her might! CLAP, CLAP, CLAP, CLAP, CLOPF—Cinder screamed in pain and pleasure, her big titties leaping up and down in her dress, sweat dripping from the ends of her black hair; Neo’s pounding was enough to send her thoughts soaring into a world of pure bliss, losing her mind to the torrent of womb-wrecking thrusts. But Neo had no intention of staying for long in her cunt: the mute cutie had other plans, and she couldn’t wait to see them come to fruition. Neo wrenched herself out of Cinder’s cunt and immediately switched to her ass, turning her flat on her face and then prying her horsecock deep into Cinder’s pucker. Cinder clenched her teeth and screamed between them, eyes oozing tears as Neo rutted through her innards hard and fast. It wasn’t long before Cinder’s neck bulged – but she didn’t even attempt to stop herself from getting impaled. Instead, she opened wide – and experienced a moment of pure, depraved joy as Neo’s cockhead erupted from her mouth in a spray of spittle. “Glarrkh!” Neo immediately started to pump her all the way through, impaling Cinder on her length, making her horse flare lurch back and forth in front of her crazed eyes. Ciel watched from nearby, whimpering and nursing her cum-bloated belly as she slowly returned to consciousness. GLURK, GLURK, GLURK, GLURK, GLURRRKH! Cinder lost her mind in the depths of pleasure, digging her fingers into the floor and shuddering as she was used as a cocksleeve in every sense of the word. Neo had already blasted several loads today, but she could still buck out one more – and now, as she panted for precious air, she was ready to blast it all through Cinder! Cinder felt a sudden lift as Neo rose on her knees, throwing her head back toward the heavens and gurgling in absolute bliss! She exploded a monstrous load through Cinder’s digestive tract, and Cinder came as she watched rope after rope sail ahead of her, splattering across the floor in a gurgling, slapping torrent. SPLRRRRCHHHH! One shot after another, Neo blasted her load like a cannon, groaning and grinding her teeth as her brain swam in total bliss. Suddenly, she yanked her hips back – and her cockhead vanished past Cinder’s mouth and down her gullet, all the way into her stomach, where it inflated her belly to enormous size. Soon Cinder lay upon a veritable waterbed of a stomach, moaning softly, nursing the flanks of her bloated belly while Neo slowly calmed down. “Nnn…nnh…” Neo blew a long sigh of relief, then slowly leaned back – dragging her horsecock out of Cinder’s blown-out asshole until she dropped onto her back and lay facing the ceiling, her cock slung over her thigh, still oozing a wide puddle of semen around its softening tip. The moans of her pet sluts rang like music in her ears as she nursed the base of her cock, rubbing it gently with a silky pale hand. “Mmh.” Neo’s lips curled into a naughty grin. Her cock was just as oversized as it was before: it seemed she was stuck with her new size. As annoying as that fact was, it presented lots of fun opportunities. … Neo wondered who she’d target tomorrow.
Title: [RWBY] Neo the Stallion Chapter title: Velvet Story Description: Beacon has a new student. Cornering Blake in her room, Neo proceeds to wreck the Faunus every which way with her massive, literal horsecock. Donating to my Patreon will help the development of my H-game. The public release can be downloaded here! Anime & Manga: RWBYx Story Content: Velvet huffed and puffed as she reached for her toes, leaning forwards, feeling the strain in her thighs. When she finally succeeded in touching her toes, she gave a small trill and flopped back, her rabbit-ears swaying in the air as she gasped from the exertion. She wore gym clothes: a sports bra and shorts wrapped tight around her slender body. She was alone in the gym, having come for some private training while the others were in town; she wanted desperately to rise to the same level as Coco and the others, and that meant working on her flaws in her own private time…even if it cut into her social life. Her stretches done, Velvet got up and looked around at the machines. She really ought to write herself a proper training regimen sometime; for now, she thought back to previous sessions, remembering the muscle groups she’d worked on – and those she hadn’t. While she was pondering, she heard a door open. She turned and stared across the floor at a petite young woman with two-colour hair. She was dressed similarly to Velvet, except her sports bra strained around a plump pair of tits that totally belief her small frame. The same went for her thick tush, and her…her… What was that bulge in her shorts? Neo grinned at her. - “Ouhhh…” Velvet groaned, staring up in horror at the massive, girthy horsecock throbbing over her face. “W-Wait, I—” she managed to say before Neo brought it down on her features in a meaty whap! Velvet shuddered and clenched her fists, her growl muffled by equine fuckmeat. She could feel it pulsing, fattening, growing heavier and girthier over her face. The obscene heat of it made Velvet clench her teeth while beads of sweat formed in the small of her back, her groin growing damp as sheer breeding instinct riled her up. She was a rabbit Faunus, after all. Oh — and those balls! Two enormous, head-sized globes that glrrrgled and glorched noisily over Velvet’s chest, hanging heavy in their sturdy, leathery sack, churning up what was no doubt an ungodly volume of rich spunk as Neo grew more excited. “I…I don’t…” Velvet attempted again, shaking her face out from under Neo’s cock. It rested on her shoulder, and she could feel its incredible warmth against her cheek. “Oh…” She peered up into Neo’s pink-and-brown eyes, which burned with lust for her. Neo held her lower lip between her teeth in a sexy little bite, and rested her hands on her wide hips as she swayed them back and forth, rubbing her immense cock against Velvet. “I’m…” Velvet wet her lips and tried to catch her breath. “I’m a virgin…” Neo licked her lips, and grasped Velvet’s hair. Velvet moaned as Neo tilted her hips back…back…bringing that ridiculous, pulsing horse-flare up to her mouth. It was nearly as wide as a fucking plate; it oozed globs of precum that drooled down its underside and turned into dangling ropes. One of them splattered on Velvet’s chest, making her twitch and groan out loud, while Neo just kept smiling – guiding her cock closer and closer to Velvet’s nervous face…! Smooch! Neo’s flare smushed against Velvet’s mouth and nose, and the rabbit Faunus made a soft noise of pure lust as her eyes blurred out of focus. It took a moment for Vevlet’s mouth to open, and her tongue to swirl out and across Neo’s equine flare in slow, loving licks, scooping cream back into her mouth in thick globs. She sloshed cum around her maw, through her teeth, before swallowing heavily and giving another moan. Neo gripped Velvet’s ears and pressed forward with her hips, forcing Velvet to open wider…wider…straining her jaw and stretching her lips around that magnificent, ungodly fuckrod! Gwauuuhk…! Soon, though it took a great deal of strain, Velvet’s mouth bulged around Neo’s entire cockhead, which poured precum directly into her throat. Velvet gagged and jerked, spurting white cream from her nostrils, tears forming in her eyes as she struggled with Neo’s sheer enormity…but Neo was relentless, pushing slowly but steadily forwards, forcing Velvet’s jaw to dislocate and her neck to bulge, warp, and lurch out around her tremendous girth – forcing her dick down the rabbit girl’s throat! Once she was secured in that tight, undulating chute, Neo pressed her advantage – and rammed Velvet’s face with all her strength! SCHLUORK! Velvet’s jaw cranked even wider than before, her eyes shot up and back in their sockets, and fresh tears oozed down her cheeks as her neck shot out in a horrendous dick-bulge! Spittle flew from her ridiculously gaped lips as Neo plunged into her, grasped her hair, and started to hammer her throat hard and fast. GLURK, GLURK, GLURK, GLURK, GLURK~! Velvet rocked back and forth under Neo’s pounding ups, squelching and gargling and grunting as her tits bounced in her sports bra and her big rabbit ears waved in the air. She clung to Neo’s thick, pillowy thighs as best she could, but Neo was strong, thrashing her throat with a fury she’d never before experienced. CLAP, CLAP, CLAP, CLAP! The sound of Neo’s asscheeks striking together behind her, jiggly and doughy and gorgeous, sweat rolling down her smooth, pale cheeks as she hammered away relentlessly, determined to shake Velvet’s brain around in her skull until she could think of nothing but cock! Neo’s fists clamped around the base of Velvet’s ears, clinging to them, almost crushing them in her grip. The mute girl sang out in absolute bliss as she surged into Velvet’s soggy throat, her slime-splattering fuckchute, baking her dick in Velvet’s insides and repeatedly clapping her hips against the rabbit girl’s face! Neo’s heavy, leathery horse-nuts collided not just with Velvet’s neck, but with her chest, spanking her tits with globes even bigger than them, sloshing and glunking with untold volumes of fresh cream. Neo clenched her teeth and snarled through them, her eyes rolling up and back, one pink and one brown, now watering with glee. The intense, internal stretching made Velvet’s ribs push out a little. She gurgled and glorked noisily, then twitched as she felt her sports bra rip – flying off of her body so her tits could inflate out of their confines and slap against Neo’s swinging, battering balls! Velvet could do little but squeak, gurgle, and glurch as she took the facefuck of a lifetime, her tongue forced from her mouth like a red carpet, drool sliding off of it and down her chin, then onto her jiggling tits, as Neo fucked her so hard and deep that her belly bulged around her cockhead whenever she surged forwards. GLORK, GLORK, SCHLORK, GLORK, GLUTCH! Neo seemed like she intended to fuck Velvet for hours, to clobber her endlessly until she was good and exhausted, but even the heterochromic cutie had her limits – and before long, her trembling, spasming, arching, got the better of her. She eeped, leaned forwards over Velvet’s head, and groaaaaned as she approached her limit— Just then, the gym door opened, and a pair of woman entered – both dressed in much the same skimpy workout gear as Neo. Blake and Kali stepped in, their golden eyes narrowing when they saw Neo already slamming a girl’s throat full-force. “See?” Blake said, slipping an arm around Kali’s waist. “I told you.” “You certainly did,” Kali murmured, stepping forward with her hands mounted on her wide, mature hips. “I’ll introduce myself…as soon as she’s done.” Neo barely noticed the new arrivals; her entire world had retracted to the space immediately around hers and Velvet’s bodies. The heat, the sweat rolling down their skin, the way her own, jiggling chest heaved as she panted for air and rammed Velvet’s throat like a soggy onahole…it was all-consuming, filling her mind and body and soul with a fire she couldn’t quite quantify, one that spurred her onwards even past the point of raw exhaustion, that kept her going even as her thighs strained and her breath shortened, as her tongue flopped from her open mouth and her eyes rolled all the way back in her hear--! Neo slammed forwards, bottoming out in Velvet’s throat and squishing her lips, making the rabbit girl give a choked “Ullgh--!” of panic. Neo sucked in breath, squeaked joyously, and tugged Velvet’s ears around her waist as she clenched up, pressed down, and let loose an unbelievable torrent of cum. Her cock spasmed violently inside Velvet, bucking and pulsing and gushing ungodly volumes of seed straight into her stomach. Velvet twitched and gargled as her belly inflated, shooting out wide and round and hanging heavily, until it touched the floor like an obscene beachball, tense and pink and gurgling. Cum sprayed from Velvet’s asshole by the bucketload, painting the floor behind her in a wide cone as she choked and gargled pathetically, nothing more than a sleeve for Neo’s jizz. Neo kept on grinding, tensing, clenching against the rabbit girl for a long time, wheezing for air, tipping her head slowly forwards until her chin touched her collarbone…and only then, as she came down from her prolonged orgasm, did she release Velvet’s ears from her fists. Blake and Kali stepped forward as Neo wheezed for breath. The mute girl was still rooted balls-deep in Velvet’s throat, gaping her maw and keeping her jaw dislocated. Velvet’s eyes showed only the whites as she twitched and spluttered weakly on that bitch-obliterating monstercock, her fingers curling where they hung on the floor. Blake came up behind her lover and grasped Neo’s hair, using it to haul her head up and peer into her eyes. “Hi, mistress,” Blake purred. “I brought someone to meet you.~” Neo groaned, and blinked herself slowly back to sentience. She looked up past Blake, at the taller, thicker catgirl standing behind her. Kali raised a hand in a light wave, and crooned when an extra-thick burst of semen erupted from Velvet’s ass – an extra rope fired in response to seeing the obscene catMILF. “I guess that means you like me,” Kali said, and slipped a hand down to her groin, massaging it through the fabric of her shorts. She was already in heat, biting her bottom lip and humming happily as she watched Neo twitch and squirm, balls-deep in the exhausted, broken rabbit bitch. At the sight of Kali and Blake waiting for her, Neo tugged herself back – uprooting her massive cock from inside Velvet inch by slow inch, squelching and slurching it free against the tight squeeze of the rabbit girl’s onaholed gullet. Inch by inch, her slime-caked enormity came free, dripping and drizzling ropes of slop, until at last, her cockhead burst from Velvet’s mouth with a schllPLORP!, and Velvet dropped prone on her inflated cum-sac of a gut, streaming jizz from her asshole, mouth, and nostrils in a constant, sticky white soup. Velvet’s eyes were distant and exhausted, her fingers twitching in the spreading puddle. Neo picked herself up and turned to the newcomers, hands on the hilt of her giant dong…which, in the presence of two catgirls going into heat, did something miraculous. Before Blake and Kali’s eyes, her cock bulked up even more, throbbing and surging, its veins thickening from the girth of someone’s finger to as fat as their wrist. Blake gasped. Kali moaned. They’d never seen anything so horrendously lewd before…something so terrifying and exciting in equal measure. Kali stroked herself without shame until Blake tugged on her sports bra and said, “We should get naked.” And so they stripped for Neo, tossing their clothes aside piece by piece. Blake set down a backpack and searched inside it, finally taking out a small, glowing vial. Neo tilted her head as the nude catgirl approached, uncorked the vial…and tipped its contents over her cock. “Growth Dust,” Blake whispered in her ear. “I want you even bigger.” Neo hummed and smirked, and peered down at her girl as, before her very eyes, it grew even bigger – seriously threatening to tip her over with the sheer size of it. Only her supremely powerful legs and low centre of mass allowed her to remain standing upright as that scary fuckpillar throbbed before her, her balls enlarging until each was as big as a curled-up human, throbbing and gurgling and burbling noisily with enough jizz to pop a person. Neo tossed her head back, her sweat-soaked hair flinging, and she gave her willing sluts a toothy grin that seemed to say, who gets it first? - First, it seemed, was the worship stage. Neo sat on a weight bench while Blake and Kali teased her colossal cock, devoted their full attention to pleasing the mute girl’s shaft. Kali crooned as she pushed her face into the flank of Neo’s cock, dragging her long tongue in circles against her pulsing, vein-ridged member and trailed her hands up and down its broad urethral ridge. She caressed it as best she could through the slick slime of Neo’s last orgasm, trailing one hand all the way down to Neo’s giant, hanging nuts, beneath which Blake was hungrily feasting on sweat, pawing along those gargantuan balls with both her arms and chewing, sucking on its flesh. Neo crooned politely, but she was beyond the point of such paltry affections truly pleasing her. She wanted to ram their holes more than anything, but this was fine for now. She tilted her hips from side to side, whapping her enormity against Kali’s face and making her groan. By now the catgirls were so hot and wet that their slick juices clung between their thighs in a mire. Kali masturbated openly, sliding a hand down with an urgent cry to play with her needy clit, to slip two fingers inside herself, followed in quick order by her entire fist! That view did something for Neo, causing a head-sized glob of semen to well out of her tip and droop heavily, its weight actually causing her entire rod to tilt down…until the glob broke off and splattered on the floor, and her cock sprang back up again. “I need it,” Kali said in a huff, getting up and hunkering before Neo, facing away from her, lifting her thick, meaty ass up high to grind all over Neo’s immense cockhead. Blake partially emerged from beneath the mute girl’s balls as Neo stood and got into position, preparing to slam the older woman senseless. “Please!” Kali said, smacking her clit, still twitching and arching with her entire hand buried in her sloppy, mature cunt. “Fuck me, mistress…!” Neo grunted, and RAMMED forward without another moment’s hesitation. She drove her bitch-destroying god-spear into Kali’s ass like it was a glove, albeit one far too small for her. No matter; she stretched it out, gaping Kali’s ass like a fucking dinnerplate as she hammered into her guts with a squelch, driving Kali down onto her knees and face, tits smushing on the ground as her belly-bulge punched the gym floor. Neo squeaked with joy, hooked her arms behind her head, and squatted so her hefty balls hit the floor – and started to thrust with all her might! Her giant cock lurched through Kali’s innards further and further by the second, scrubbing her against the floor with hefty swings, grinding her down beneath her mistress where she belonged. Kali could only howl and croak in pleasurable despair, tears streaming her mascara down her face, her tongue sliding on the floor as Neo forced her legs into a spreadeagled position she hadn’t achieved in many years. She kept on masturbating, fisting herself, even as she was speared like never before, shrieking and howling until she felt a strange pressure in her chest, a tightness on her lungs that cut off her voice entirely. She grunted and croaked – until another thrust slammed into her, and she felt her neck bloat, a punch against the back of her jaw. Kali’s eyes were confused. Blake stared open-mouthed as Neo started to turn her mother into a cocksleeve. That last thrust had shifted the bulge in Kali’s belly all the way up past her chest, and into her fucking neck. Kali’s teeth clenched together automatically, bracing her jaw against the obscene insertion that throbbed just behind it, but it was obvious she couldn’t hold it back for long. Neo, almost bottomed out now, grasped Kali’s hair and tugged it back, giving a happy mewl as she prepared another thrust – drawing her hips slowly, dangerously back, inch by needy inch…! Blake felt a compulsion from deep within, one that told her to beg for Neo to stop before she did too much damage, before she stretched Kali out irreparably…but Blake suppressed the feeling, and swallowed as she crawled in front of Kali, cupping her cheeks and staring at her mouth, waiting for the moment— Neo slammed forward. SCH-BLURCCCH! Kali’s jaw dislocated. Her lips became a wide, glossy ring, stretched horrendously around Neo’s pink, glossy cockhead, which emerged from her maw spewing a massive orgasm! Blake was blasted in the face and tits with Neo’s ridiculous load, shot after hosepipe shot of semen washing her down. She swallowed as much as she could, gargling and gagging, but she couldn’t hope to keep up with Neo’s ridiculous output. GLURRCCCCHHH! Blake groaned, and finally allowed herself to let go of Kali – to be forced back by the spray, dropped on her back and coated in semen from head to toe. Lazing in a bath of hot spunk from her beautiful mistress… As Blake twitched there, hot and happy, masturbating Neo’s thick sludge into herself, she noticed a silhouette stepping over her. It hunkered down, and a hand wiped the cum from her face. Neo stuck out her tongue at Blake, then pointed. Blake slowly turned her head…and crooned when she saw her mother lying debilitated about a metre away, twitching and gargling, her mouth and asshole gaped out and streaming semen, just like Velvet had been. Neo grasped Blake’s thighs then, and lifted her legs up to her shoulders. Blake whimpered as Neo got into position over her, grinding that ridiculous cockhead up against her asshole, applying pressure slowly but surely. Blake lay in a veritable pool of semen. The gym floor was drenched in almost an inch of jizz by this point; when had that happened? The cleaning crew would have one hell of a job on their hands, but right now, that was a distant concern to Blake; the only thing that really mattered was the mating press she was about to receive! “Auh~” Neo breathed, her tongue hanging from her mouth for a moment – before she surged, and her boobs leapt as she forced her insane cock into Blake’s asshole! Blake came immediately, shrieking and spasming beneath Neo as her pitiful little pussy squirted around her own fingers! Her insides clamped, asshole clenching, goading Neo…who took a breath, gathered herself up, and PUMPED again – harder this time, driving her obscene slab of fuckmeat as deep as she could with a single thrust! Blake’s upper chest bulged, her boobs parting a little around Neo’s ridiculous cockbulge, and she stared down at it in panic and awe, knowing the next thrust would surely— BHLURK! Blake’s jaw dislocated, her eyes rolled back in another orgasm, and Neo’s cockhead burst from her maw in a sparkling eruption! Neo groaned in triumph, re-sealed her tight squeeze on Blake’s ankles, and started to pound her all-the-way-through without a shred of mercy! SCHLOP, SCHLOP, SCHLOP, SCHLOP, SCHLOP! She drove her dick back and forth, back and forth, making her own asscheeks clap with the sheer force of her immense thrusts. Her hips went up and down, up and down, in massive battering-ram motions, repeatedly hammering her oversized balls down on Blake’s asscheeks and producing loud noises of fleshy impact. Her cockhead emerged from Blake’s maw and vanished down her throat again and again, while the catgirl’s eyes rolled all the way back in her head. Neo was having the time of her life, letting loose like she’d always wanted to, while her Growth Dust-infused cock convulsed with even more powerful jolts of bliss than she was used to. She kept on pumping until she felt her balls fatten and clench, ready to blow! Neo growled as she hunkered further over Blake, tensed, and RAMMED her with renewed vigour, thrusting two or three times a second, panting for air as she neared her limit – and finally, thrust balls-deep! SCHPLURRRRRRRRCH! Neo fired the biggest orgasm of her life through Blake, using her as nothing more than a cock-warmer, a sleeve to jerk her off as she blasted a truly tremendous load. It arched through the air and hit the opposite wall in a giant cascade, spilling out across the floor in a gloopy tide that quickly buried Velvet and Kali under its burbling, roiling surface. Neo kept thrusting into Blake even as the catgirl was submerged in jizz, kept on bucking, grinding, moaning as her balls grew as hot as furnaces, gurgling with exertion. Finally, even Neo sank beneath the flood. The gym became quiet except for the gurgling of the cum-flood that rose as high as the weight benches. Bubbles popped on the surface in a few places… Until there was a giant burst, and four cummy figures rose from the flood. Neo squatted low, groaning and holding Blake’s thighs in her arms, thrusting into her pussy with violent repetitions. Mounted on top of Blake, taking her belly-bulge deep in her pussy, was Velvet; and riding her bulge was Kali. All three girls were sleeved on Neo’s dick, each serving as a condom for the next, all squealing with blissful desperation. Neo licked the cum from around her mouth and snarled as she fucked like never before, like some kind of monster, climbing into the very heights of degeneracy all for the purpose of cumming again, and again, and again! Ripples spread in the cum-flood around her knees as she pumped away like a god of sex, never relenting, her teeth clenched and eyes elated. She wanted to keep doing this forever, to as many girls as possible! She wanted nothing more than to become the stud-queen of Beacon, and now, fucking harder than anyone had fucked before, she knew it was possible.
Title: [RWBY] Neo the Stallion Chapter title: Yang-Banged Story Description: Beacon has a new student. Cornering Blake in her room, Neo proceeds to wreck the Faunus every which way with her massive, literal horsecock. Donating to my Patreon will help the development of my H-game. The public release can be downloaded here! Anime & Manga: RWBYx Story Content: Yang was stressed out. She couldn’t go anywhere in Beacon without being reminded of her rival’s growing influence; it seemed that everywhere she went, she spotted one or more girls with glazed-over eyes and blushing cheeks, obviously exhausted after a long night of hardcore fucking…their nipples poking stiff through the fabric of their tops, their pussies soaking wet even as they went about their daily business… The thought of Neo’s all-consuming virility was more than just annoying; it made Yang’s mind fog over with rage…even as her own groin ached with unwanted desire. After a few days, it had reached a point where she couldn’t even concentrate in lectures anymore, and even the other girls in her gym class had noticed a drop in their star athlete’s performance… “Mrrg…” Yang grumbled, fists clenched tightly by her hips as she marched back toward her dorm. She’d been avoiding going back, because she knew exactly what she’d find there, but in the end it was useless; she had to confront Neo, or else…or else she didn’t know what she’d do. She heard the heavy, fleshy plaps and claps even before she grabbed the handle. She took a deep breath, steadied herself, and then pushed through. Within was…exactly what she expected. Neo was balls-deep in Blake’s blown-out asshole, making the catgirl gasp and whimper as she ploughed her guts and slathered her insides with precum. From her current position, Yang was granted a perfect view of Blake’s belly lurching in and out as that colossal horsecock slipped through her gaping rim, sleeving the slutty faunus on far more dickmeat than any girl was designed to take. Yang groaned softly, flinching whenever Neo’s thick, shiny ass clapped in time with her thrusts. Those hefty, equine nuts swung between her perfect thighs, beating her own buns before rocketing down into Blake’s wobbly thighs, sending out jiggles across her sweat-glossed flesh. “HaaAAAaaahn! Uhn, unf, unf, huah!” Blake cried as she was brutally plunged, her untouched pussy dribbling girlcum onto the bedsheets. Neo rocked her back and forth like the sloppy little doll she was, occasionally throwing a palm across her asscheeks and making them wobble even harder than before. Watching Blake’s pale cheeks jiggling away from Neo’s hips again and again made Yang’s face turn a dark shade of red, and as she hung her head in lip-biting disgust, Blake gave a high-pitched cry that would have put pornstars to shame. “Auuuuhhnnn~!” She was cumming hard, squirting all down her thick thighs while her kitty ears flattened on her scalp. Neo just grinned and kept on pumping – harder than before, faster by the second, treating Blake’s asshole like a toy to be stretched as far as she saw fit. The medial ring of her giant cock schlurped through the faunus girl’s rim again and again, making her shriek each time she took Neo’s dick to the hilt, bulging her all the way up to her chest! Blake’s big tits dragged on the bedsheets, squished out like pancakes, while her tongue lolled further from her mouth with each quaking micro-orgasm. Ruby sat at the side of the bed, her belly already bloated with seed, groaning faintly as she massaged her ravaged pussy. Hot cum spilled from her cunt and spread on the floor in a wide puddle. The little slut was so enamoured by the feeling of her stuffed tummy that she didn’t notice Yang's approach – and neither did Neo, until Yang’s shadow fell across her. Only then did the mute girl glance up into Yang’s burning red eyes…and stick out her tongue. Her hips didn’t stop pumping even for a second – in fact, knowing Yang was watching only seemed to excite the horse-hung shortstack, who grasped Blake’s shoulders and mewled as she launched her hips into overdrive. “Hah! Hah!” Neo panted as she fucked the jiggly faunus into submission, unwilling to stop for anything.Yang was stressed out. She couldn’t go anywhere in Beacon without being reminded of her rival’s growing influence; it seemed that everywhere she went, she spotted one or more girls with glazed-over eyes and blushing cheeks, obviously exhausted after a long night of hardcore fucking…their nipples poking stiff through the fabric of their tops, their pussies soaking wet even as they went about their daily business… The thought of Neo’s all-consuming virility was more than just annoying; it made Yang’s mind fog over with rage…even as her own groin ached with unwanted desire. After a few days, it had reached a point where she couldn’t even concentrate in lectures anymore, and even the other girls in her gym class had noticed a drop in their star athlete’s performance… “Mrrg…” Yang grumbled, fists clenched tightly by her hips as she marched back toward her dorm. She’d been avoiding going back, because she knew exactly what she’d find there, but in the end it was useless; she had to confront Neo, or else…or else she didn’t know what she’d do. She heard the heavy, fleshy plaps and claps even before she grabbed the handle. She took a deep breath, steadied herself, and then pushed through. Within was…exactly what she expected. Neo was balls-deep in Blake’s blown-out asshole, making the catgirl gasp and whimper as she ploughed her guts and slathered her insides with precum. From her current position, Yang was granted a perfect view of Blake’s belly lurching in and out as that colossal horsecock slipped through her gaping rim, sleeving the slutty faunus on far more dickmeat than any girl was designed to take. Yang groaned softly, flinching whenever Neo’s thick, shiny ass clapped in time with her thrusts. Those hefty, equine nuts swung between her perfect thighs, beating her own buns before rocketing down into Blake’s wobbly thighs, sending out jiggles across her sweat-glossed flesh. “HaaAAAaaahn! Uhn, unf, unf, huah!” Blake cried as she was brutally plunged, her untouched pussy dribbling girlcum onto the bedsheets. Neo rocked her back and forth like the sloppy little doll she was, occasionally throwing a palm across her asscheeks and making them wobble even harder than before. Watching Blake’s pale cheeks jiggling away from Neo’s hips again and again made Yang’s face turn a dark shade of red, and as she hung her head in lip-biting disgust, Blake gave a high-pitched cry that would have put pornstars to shame. “Auuuuhhnnn~!” She was cumming hard, squirting all down her thick thighs while her kitty ears flattened on her scalp. Neo just grinned and kept on pumping – harder than before, faster by the second, treating Blake’s asshole like a toy to be stretched as far as she saw fit. The medial ring of her giant cock schlurped through the faunus girl’s rim again and again, making her shriek each time she took Neo’s dick to the hilt, bulging her all the way up to her chest! Blake’s big tits dragged on the bedsheets, squished out like pancakes, while her tongue lolled further from her mouth with each quaking micro-orgasm. Ruby sat at the side of the bed, her belly already bloated with seed, groaning faintly as she massaged her ravaged pussy. Hot cum spilled from her cunt and spread on the floor in a wide puddle. The little slut was so enamoured by the feeling of her stuffed tummy that she didn’t notice Yang's approach – and neither did Neo, until Yang’s shadow fell across her. Only then did the mute girl glance up into Yang’s burning red eyes…and stick out her tongue. Her hips didn’t stop pumping even for a second – in fact, knowing Yang was watching only seemed to excite the horse-hung shortstack, who grasped Blake’s shoulders and mewled as she launched her hips into overdrive. “Hah! Hah!” Neo panted as she fucked the jiggly faunus into submission, unwilling to stop for anything. “Mmmph… Hey, Yang,” said Ruby, looking up for the first time, a shaky grin and a look of pure bliss on her reddened face. “Are you joining us…?” Yang wasn’t sure how to answer that. Why had she come here? It had seemed like the obvious choice at the time, but she couldn’t put her finger on the why of it. She chewed the inside of her cheek, rolling her shoulders and puffing out her chest, trying to strike a powerful pose…but it was useless. Ruby seemed to see something in Yang’s eyes, and smiled even wider. “If you wanna be one of Neo’s sluts, why don’t you ask nicely? I’m sure she’d love to bend you over and—” “Ruby!” Yang hissed, glaring down at her. “What do you take me for, some kind of--?” “You’re rock-hard, Yang.” Yang hesitated before staring down at her shorts. She had, indeed, developed a fat, throbbing bulge over the course of the last minute or so, a shameful betrayal of her true feelings. She looked away with a low groan. “Of course, you won’t be able to keep that. Neo doesn’t need competition – she needs servitude. And, Yang…” Ruby rose to her knees and hugged Yang’s leg, pressing her face to the blondie's thigh. “It feels amazing. Don’t you wanna know what it’s like to just…give in to that giant cock? To be speared on it again and again…?” Yang shifted and squirmed, unable to keep her attention away from Neo so ruthlessly warping Blake’s guts around her monsterdong. The truth was, the blonde brawler was desperately trying to keep herself from drooling. The pleasure in Blake’s eyes was almost too much to bear; Yang did want to join in, and only at that moment did she connect the dots. Why she’d come here. Why she was standing within arms’ reach of Neo and not kicking her ass. Why she felt so damn horny! She wanted in, and her needs as a woman outmatched any sense of competitiveness or anger she might have felt. Looking on Neo now, Yang saw the perfect rbeeding bull, a stud who could inseminate her womb over and over again… Except…Yang didn’t have a womb. So why was she feeling these things? And what had Ruby just said…? “I won’t…be able to keep what?” “Your cock, of course,” Ruby chirped, eyes narrowing as she looked Yang up and down. “But she thinks it’s a waste, to lose such a lovely cock without using it one last time…” Ruby licked her lips as she turned her back to Yang and stuck her thick, pillowy rump high in the air, waving it back and forth. Yang was struck in the heart by a vicious wave of lust. She couldn’t stop herself from stepping over Ruby, tugging her shorts down, and letting her monstercock flop out onto the pale swell of Ruby’s bubbly rump. “Mmnn…” So dazed with lust she could barely think about Ruby’s words, Yang grasped the redhead's hips and started to thrust up into the valley of her thick, pale-white booty, clapping her chiselled hips against Ruby’s butt and making it bounce. Ruby huffed and puffed happily, her tits pressing against the floor, watching her mistress Neo continue to recklessly pound Blake into a stupor while Yang prepared for entry. Yang had wanted this for a long time, and with the ultimate pleasure swaying before her eyes, she was helpless to resist. She angled up, took a deep breath, and slowly introduced her cock to Ruby’s tight, drooling cunt. Ruby mewled as Yang stretched her open. Of course, Yang had nothing on Neo’s hole-gouging, insides-reshaping horsecock, but she still made Ruby’s belly bulge as she slid inside. As soon as she was settled in, Yang started to hump Ruby with harsh thrusts, grunting and growling as she engulfed her member in Ruby’s delicious hole, clapping and slapping their bodies together with savage grunts and growls. Stars of bliss swam behind Yang’s rolling eyes; she pushed herself harder by the moment, her lips flying apart to moan out load as she pumped harder and faster, rutting Ruby without remorse. “Ah! Ahn!” Soon Yang’s big, perky tits were bouncing around from the sheer force of her thrusts, her tongue drooping out of her mouth, and still she continued to pound Ruby with greater and greater force, bringing all the power in her core to bear against that slutty, incestuous little hole! “F-Fuck! I’m gonna cum, gonna—cummm!” Yang threw her head forwards and hunched her shoulders as she hit her explosive orgasm, firing jet after gooey jet into the back of Ruby’s womb, painting her insides white with cream while Ruby, for her part, growled happily into the floor. Yang swayed against Ruby for a long time, arching and wriggling and writhing in ecstasy, pumping Ruby full of splooge, until at last she staggered back and wiped the sweat from her brow. Yang was panting, dazed, her cock flopping in the open air. “Hah…haah…hah…” Ruby rose to her feet, oozing white slime from both holes now. She grinned at Yang and slapped her own ass before waddling over to the bedside desk and rooting around in Neo’s bag. She eventually pulled out a small glass phial, unstoppered it, and offered it to Yang. “Here! This will make you just like us…” Yang, dumb and mute, accepted the phial in her hands, staring down at it incredulously. Ruby couldn’t be serious… Could she? The thought of losing her cock and developing a pussy…at any other time, Yang would have been disgusted – horrified, even – so why was she seriously considering it? Maybe the mind-melting orgasm had something to do with it. In either case, a sharp cry caught Yang’s attention. Blake dropped onto her face, her eyes lilting all the way back as she came again — and this time, the rapid, ecstatic clenching of her insides drove Neo over the edge. The mute little stud gave a cut-off squeak of pleasure, arching her slender body as far back as it would go and shuddering, her hefty horse-sack scrunching up until her testicles nearly touched her asscheeks. Her horsecock throbbed – and unleashed a thick tide of hot, churning ballsludge deep into Blake’s guts! The catgirl whimpered as her belly expanded, rounding out beneath her and turning bright pink – but then her eyes dimmed, her cheeks bulged, and cum shot from her nostrils in obscene pressure-sprays. When her mouth finally fell open, splooge gushed out onto the bedsheets like a pure-white snowdrift. Ruby gazed longingly at the two of them twitching and squirming together, obviously wishing she could leap on Neo’s dick despite how exhausted she clearly was. Yang, for her part, was astonished by Neo’s huge output. Hadn’t she just flooded Ruby’s belly? Her balls were endless tanks of thick, impregnating spunk, always working overtime to churn up as much delicious seed as possible… Yang couldn’t help but wonder what they looked like in the morning. Did they swell to ridiculous size overnight, and desperately need to be emptied by the time Neo woke up? The mere thought of it made her lift the phial closer to her mouth… Neo huffed and puffed, resting balls-deep in Blake for a long minute or so after dumping her vast load. She slapped Blake’s thick ass gently, drawing out a vibrant clap as sweat danced off of the faunus’s skin. At last, Neo sank both palms into Blake’s asscheeks and started to withdraw, dragging her monstrous horsecock out through Blake’s stretched rim so slowly that Yang could watch the bulge in her friend’s belly shrink. Finally, that broad horse-flare popped from her rim, leaving it gaping wide and winking pathetically in its hollowness – shortly before semen poured out of her, emerging in bowling ball globs that poured across the bed. Blake was left oozing from both ends, glaaargling faintly, totally drained of energy. Neo lifted her cock up high and dropped it on Blake’s back, making the catgirl sway back and forth slightly from the impact. That broad flare continued to drool hot slime between Blake’s shoulderblades as Neo hummed and stroked her throbbing hilt, gazing affectionately at the broken slut. “Hey,” said Yang firmly, finally grabbing Neo’s attention. The hung mute glanced her way, and smiled wide before rising from the bed. While that monstercock bobbed in front of her, Neo walked up to Yang and parked her hands on her naked hips, confident in her obscene nakedness. She peered into Yang’s red eyes for a moment…then down at the phial in her hand. Neo raised a questioning eyebrow. Yang’s hand trembled…and then, without further ado, she tilted her head back and drank the phial’s contents. It was a spur of the moment decision, with no real thought process behind it; she simply gulped the faintly warm liquid and tossed the empty phial aside. She felt the mixture creep down her throat…shortly before the aching sensation from below grew burningly painful. Yang gasped and dropped to her knees, clamping both hands over her groin, groaning in a low voice. Neo simply peered down at her, watching curiously as the rough-and-tough blondie squirmed where she knelt. After a long few seconds, the ache began to fade, and when Yang looked down…nothing. Her bitch-wrecking fuckrod was gone, replaced by a slick, hairless pussy that was already oozing with need. Yang felt a spike of regret, and she slid a hand cautiously over her new, transformed genitalia. Her needy pussy dripped nectar over her fingers. While Yang was marvelling at the new sensation, Neo grasped her hair – shoving her fingers through Yang’s blonde locks so brazenly that Yang’s eyes snapped upwards, wavering and watering. Neo smirked at her, showing off her teeth, and then shoved her colossal cockhead against Yang’s lips. Yang’s immediate instinct was to pull away, but she found that impossible – instead, her jaw opened wide, her tongue slid out, and suddenly she was slurping on her rival’s cockhead without hesitation, without reservation, glowering hatefully up at Neo even as she pleasured the smiling shortstack. At long last, Neo had triumphed, and she didn’t hesitate to gloat with her facial expression, which blazed with such smug delight that Yang felt tempted to bite down on her cock. There were tears in Yang’s eyes as she bobbed her head back and forth, straining her jaw and stretching her lips around that enormous horse-flare, slathering her tongue across its broad surface and gagging when it spurted precum into her throat. But even as she coughed and spurted cream from her nostrils, her crimson eyes blurring and rolling up in their sockets, Yang didn’t try to pull away – it was impossible for her to willingly separate from Neo’s gargantuan cock, not without a supreme effort of will – one she was completely incapable of making right now. Grasping the fronts of her tits inside her shirt, Yang sucked that monstercock with deft bobs of her head, cramming her cheeks to the brim while Neo’s hot musk infested her brain. “Ullgh…” Even when Neo wrapped a lock of blonde hair around her fist and gave it a tug, Yang didn’t attack; she was far too transfixed, bulging her face obscenely around Neo’s girth, like she was nothing but a cocksleeve that’d waited all its life for this exact moment. “Oh,” Ruby cooed, squatting at Yang’s side and hungrily rubbing her own slick pussy. “Mmn, keep going. You’re so good at this…” She groaned as another bolt of pleasure tore her focus away, but when she came back, she smiled crookedly at her Yang. “Imagine if you’d given up before now. You could have avoided all that misery…” She kissed Yang’s cock-bulged cheek, making tears of annoyance fill the blondie's eyes. Yang continued to suck – wetly, noisily, squishing and schlucking and squelching her maw back and forth on the first few inches of Neo’s dong. The mere fact that she could stuff Neo’s cockhead past her maw was incredible in and of itself; perhaps her pent-up lust was driving her past her own limits, or maybe it had something to do with the mixture she’d so brazenly swallowed… Either way, this was her life now; a busty, blonde slut, sucking shortstack horsecock like everything depended on it. As she worked, Ruby sidled behind her and started to remove her shirt, unbuttoning it and then hiking it up along with her orange tank top, revealing her vast, bouncy underboob and then her tits in all their bounding nakedness. Yang’s udders flopped free and smacked together, already sweaty and shiny in the depths of her lust. Neo pursed her lips in an appreciative sigh, obviously enamoured with the size and buoyancy of Yang’s massive tits, and gave a harsh thrust against the blonde’s stretched mouth to show her affection. Ghrrk! Yang winced as Neo’s cockhead barged her tonsils, filling her pharynx and pouring thick, sludge-like cream down her throat. The overflow caused another gush of seed from her nose, while her throat flexed and gulped heavily around the ooze. Yang’s eyes faded out of focus more with each passing second, narrowing to slits and lolling up and back, while tears poured down her dark red cheeks. She was losing control – losing herself, and letting this cock-crazed slut take over her body, making her suck harder and faster with each passing second while her Ruby fondled her big, sensitive tits. Oh the bed, Blake gave another groan as another bolt of deeply-lodged splooge spluttered from her asshole. She was beginning to regain her focus, her golden eyes turning toward Yang and her obscenely stretched mouth. Blake’s lips formed a surprised little ‘o’, and Ruby cackled in naughty glee as she kissed the back of Yang's head. Of everyone involved, Ruby was probably enjoying herself the most. Her thick thighs surrounded Yang’s perfect asscheeks, squeezing them mercilessly while her hands slid, squeezed, and slapped their way through Yang’s dense shelves of tittymeat. “You’re such a whore, Yang~!” she cried in delight, pinching both of Yang’s nipples and tugging on them, playing with those massive udders however she wished. Yang could only croon in response, muffled by cock, while Neo wrapped more and more of her hair around a wrist. Neo was getting ready for the next step, and while Yang knew exactly what the shortstack had planned, she couldn’t see it working. How could anyone hope to swallow such a monstrous slab of meat? It was impossible, just— “MmmrrGGGHHHHKKK~!” Yang’s eyes went wide once again as Neo YANKED her forwards, and at the same time arched her slender back to drive her monstercock against Yang’s maw. Her throat gave way, her tonsils and uvula flattening into the soft squishiness of her pharynx while her gullet stretched around the biggest cock she’d ever seen. “Hrrgggk…” Her neck broadened, swelling around Neo’s cock until she felt the strain in her collarbone, stuffing her gullet past the point of reason. As Yang choked and squirmed frantically on Neo’s cock, the smiling shortstack tightened her grip and kept on pulling, guiding her blonde pet’s plump lips down her cock inches at a time. “Hrrg…gglhhk…grrrk…!” Yang blew gooey strings of spit down Neo’s cock with each twitch and shudder, completely debasing herself in the effort to pull back…but even if she’d managed to do so, Ruby was waiting behind her, one palm holding the back of her head, ready to push her down on Neo’s cock once again. Through veils of tears, Yang saw Neo’s slim belly growing nearer and nearer. She gurgled. Neo’s cock had to be in her stomach by now, impaling her gullet like a sloppy cocksleeve. Yang strained with all her might, trying to pull back— But then Neo seized her hair extra-tight, and RAMMED her hips forward so hard that Yang was caught completely off-guard. “GHUARK!” Drool exploded from Yang’s lips and nose as Neo’s belly flattened against her face, slamming the remainer of that brutal cock down her throat in one powerful thrust! Neo’s balls smacked her tits, dwarfing them, while the mute girl’s thighs all but straddled her shoulders. Neo gave a soft squeak of joy, closing her eyes and gnawing on her bottom lip as Yang’s gullet and guts clenched, shifted, and flexed around every inch of her oversized horsecock. In truth Neo’s dick put real horses to shame, and mares would have struggled to accept her dick, so the effect it had on Yang was truly spectacular, bulging her face, neck, and abs around its hulking mass! Sweat oozed down Yang’s body, making her almost reflective – and as she wriggled like the helpless slut she was, Neo wrapped her other fist in her pet’s hair. A moment later, Neo started to jackhammer her hips back and forth, slam-raping Yang’s throat without hesitation, clapping her own booty with the force of her thrusts! CLAP! CLAP! CLAP! CLAP—Her joins provided an echo to the beat, as they collided with Yang’s boobs and made them jiggle. All the while Yang’s throat made the lewdest noises Neo had ever heard, spluttering and gagging and GLURK, GLURK, GLURKing to the beat of her hips! She didn’t want to stop – ever! – but she could already feel a wild orgasm creeping up on her. She wanted to run free, like a true stallion, and besides, Yang needed to be properly anointed as her slut. Growling low in her throat, Neo started to thrust with all the power in her body, swinging her hips three or four times a second, SLAMMING Yang’s face into her crotch with such force that the blonde brawler went cross-eyed in dizzy ecstasy. Even Yang could no longer deny the extreme pleasure she was feeling, and she knew they were seconds away from an eruption she’d never forget. She’d watched Neo spunk-blast her friends, filling them to the brim with hot, sticky cream, and she wanted to experience it for herself. She wanted to feel the ultimate pleasure--! Neo barely gave a sign when she finally hit her orgasm, except to click her teeth together in a blissful grimace and change up the pace of her thrusts: she didn’t stop pumping even as she came, but switched to slow, lurching hammer-blows that threatened to cave Yang’s teeth in as the last few inches of her leathery horsecock crammed in and out, in and out! Ghruk, ghrrk, glurk…SPLRRRRCCCCHHHHHH~! Neo’s jaw dropped in a silent scream of pleasure as she exploded into Yang’s guts, flooding her stomach and intestines with so much hot, pressure-packed cum that it was barely a moment before her ass blasted a dense stream of cream through the air, hosing cum between Ruby’s thighs and across the bedroom floor! Yang’s eyes rolled back again, misting over with bliss as she was finally treated to the sensation she’d so longer for. Mmmn… Heat filled her to the brink, hazy and ecstatic, stealing away her ability to think coherent thoughts. All that mattered was the sensation of hot tar pouring through her insides, glooping through the bends and turns of her guts, digesting in her stomach… Her abs pouted out slightly in a faint stomach bulge, though the hardness of her trained belly prevented it from getting any bigger…for now. Most of the stuff was forced out of her, surging up around Neo’s gullet-clogging cock and spluttering from the sides of Yang’s lips, and from her nostrils. She’d reverse-snorted so much jizz by this point that she felt like her brain was swimming in a sea of the stuff, turning her thoughts even further toward complete, subservience sluthood… Neo spasmed and rocked against Yang for nearly a minute, grinding her cockhead through the blondie’s guts, hugging Yang’s face into her groin…before letting go and crooning as Ruby helped Yang back. Yang watched in awe as Neo’s cock slid back under her nose, slimy and dripping and way too huge. Had she really just swallowed the entire thing? It just kept going, inch after inch, like some kind of insane party balloon. Finally, her lips spread one more time around Neo’s broad equine flare, and she was staring at it face-to-face, looking along every slime-dripping inch of the shortstack’s cock. “Gluhhh…” Neo crooned and stroked her slimy cock with both hands, lifting it up so she could kiss and lick around her own oozing tip, tucking her shaft partway between her own breasts, eyeing Yang over the brim of her cock. She seemed to be contemplating something. Despite the intense throatfuck and massive explosion, Neo was still rock-hard, still throbbing with need, her balls still churning audibly with far more cum than could ever be displaced in a single orgasm. Ruby unfurled from behind Yang. “Mistress,” Ruby gushed happily. “Yang’s had her turn. Now…do me…?” She turned and stuck her thick, wobbly ass up high in the air, twerking her pale cheeks within inches of Yang. The blondie looked dumbly at Ruby, her asshole and pussy on full display for Neo’s amorous monstercock. The shortstack considered the two closely, then hummed and reached out a single finger to tap Ruby’s ass. The redhead gave a squeal of delight, and pressed her tits to the ground, preparing for entry. “Watch closely, Yang!” she called. “This is…unf…how you serve our mistress…” Neo stepped over Ruby, getting into position, leaning forwards to grasp the little slut’s red hair while bracing her horse-flare against that tight asshole. Neo made eye contact with Yang, who was still panting and trying to recover from her extreme throatfuck, drool painting her chin and torso – and Neo stuck out her tongue, a moment before RAMMING Ruby with such furious power that the girl shrieked in anguished pleasure. SCHLUKK! Neo’s cock plunged Ruby’s innards, bulging her belly so it punched the bed, getting niiice and comfy in the redhead’s snug guts before working up a harsh, thrusting rhythm. Schlop, schlop, schlop, clop! Neo’s cock danced in and out of Ruby’s cored-out asshole, stretching her rim back and forth, making her wail as she was so mercilessly sleeved, like some kind of toy, on the shortstack’s unbeatable dick! Despite how overpowering Neo was, Ruby somehow managed to arch her back and pound her hips against her mistress’s pumps! Schlap, plap, plap, plap--! Ruby’s jiggling ass soon beat against Neo’s hips, taking every last inch of that brutal cock inside her pale body, bulging herself like a disposable onahole and crying out as she was destroyed. Sweat and cream splattered from where Ruby’s ass collided with Neo’s groin, and Yang shuddered in amazement, rubbing her arms as she watched. “Hah! Ah! Ah!” Ruby squealed in bliss, her tongue flopping down against the bedsheets while Neo seized her waist in a tight grip. Neo chewed her lip as she pumped, showing no mercy to Ruby or her fat ass, while Ruby showed no mercy to herself. PLAP, CLAP, CLAP, CLAP, PLAP~! Yang couldn’t believe what she was witnessing. Even without thinking about it, the blonde starting to masturbate, schlicking her shiny new pussy while panting for precious air. Neo shot her a sly glance mid-thrust, but refocused on Ruby quickly enough, drilling the pale redhead as though she intended to kill her. Ruby proved more resilient than Yang expected – or maybe her body was just so used to being hammerfucked that she’d adapted – jiggling and bouncing and clap-clap-clapping against Neo, wailing heavier in ecstasy despite how hard she was being slammed. Neo wrapped an arm around Ruby’s neck and squeezed, throttling her as she pounded away, intent on making that pale bubblebutt dance, that taut belly bulge, and those silver eyes loll back in complete and total ecstasy! Neo’s balls gurgled; she was getting close to yet another mind-shattering orgasm – her fourth this evening? – and she showed no signs of stopping, and no hint that she thought this blast would be the last one. She bottomed out in Ruby and ground her teeth together as she hit a violent orgasm, twisting and arching, firing an unodly volume of semen directly into Ruby’s tight guts! BLRRRTTTTT! Ruby’s stomach swelled and swelled – and cum jettisoned from her open mouth, hurling through the air in long, spasming arcs as she was bloated like a lewd balloon. Ruby squirmed pathetically, but nothing could stop Neo from creaming her like the donut she was. “Blrrrggkkk!” Ruby gargled around the wildly-firing spunk, her eyes glazing over with tears as she came alongside her mistress. Neo kept spurting for nearly half a minute, at the end of which she pressed Ruby’s head down into the sheets, grinding her face back and forth while rocking slowly over her. Ruby gurgled pathetically as Neo rooted her dick out of that gaping ass, finally vacating her insides and leaving her ass a cavernous hole. Ruby was whimpering, weeping with sensitivity, but the deed was already done, and she would have to live with the consequences; she’d be oozing cum from her ass for a week. While Ruby gasped for precious air, Neo wiped some sweat from her brow and stretched her back…before looking at Yang again. Her eyes locked onto Yang’s for a long moment…before falling, slowly, to her tits. Yang’s eyes dropped as well…and she gasped when she saw her boobs had completely blocked her view of her legs! “What…?” “Mmhn…a side-effect of the potion,” Ruby murmured, in her prone position, sprawled on her own belly. “The mass of your dick was…relocated. Hrrgh.” She puked cum again, eyes lolling back. Yang fondled her enlarged tits in awe, almost forgetting Neo was there…until the naughty shortstack stepped forward and pressed her monstercock between them. Yang gasped as Neo’s cock slid up next to her cheek, rooted between her massive udders, balls resting on her abs, and yet still managing to tower over her head. Yang took gentle hold of her tits, grasping their flanks and squeezing them together, never breaking eye contact with the smiling Neo. It was clear what the rude futa wanted, and Yang was no longer in any mood to deny her. Slowly at first, Yang pumped her tits up and down Neo’s cock, massaging that leathery slab of horsemeat in the valley of her angelic breasts. Soon she was bouncing her chest up and down, so her cleavage smacked her own chin on the upswing, but still Neo watched her with a lazy, almost bored expression. “What – not enough for you?” Yang growled, and smushed her tits together with all her might, so tightly that she cried out in sensitivity. She started to jackhammer her giant boobs up and down Neo’s cock, bounding them as hard and fast as she could, huffing and puffing as she exerted herself. Her biceps stood out thickly, her cheeks turning an even darker shade of red as Neo’s cock throbbed and rocked beside her face, drooling dense globs of pre that splattered in her blonde hair. “Nnh…fuck…” Plap, plap, plap, plap! The lewd noise of her wet tittyfuck rang throughout the dorm room, and could probably be heard from outside the door. Yang didn’t care; she just wanted to wipe the smug smile off of Neo’s face, by any means possible, even if it meant debasing herself totally and utterly! But no matter how hard she tried, Neo’s grin just widened, and though she was clearly pleasured by Yang’s paizuri, it was nothing she hadn’t felt before. She started to thrust into the jiggling banks of Yang’s chest, making her boobs bounce off of her pelvis with each deft pump, working up a lusty rhythm over the course of a few minutes. Neo’s breaths shuddered and stalled in her chest, but she never lost her composure – not even when she drew back, seized Yang’s cheeks, and plunged her face onto her massive cockhead! Her mouth stuffed full of meat, precum oozing down her throat, Yang was forced to gag and gargle while she continued to pump her massive titties – all in service of the smug futa who’d laid claim to her body and soul. Neo rutted her tits and mouth without shame or sign of stopping, content to bask in the dual sensations of Yang’s sloppy maw and giant, pillowy boobs sliding around her cock, massaging it. Yang’s skin soaked in the slime of several brutal conquests, and she could taste her friends’ cum on Neo’s cock. Even though some part of her was crying out to stop, or to fight Neo, she kept on slurping like a totally servile slut. She couldn’t help herself; she had been made docile by Neo’s cock, and now her only option was to obey. “Mmhn…I’ve dreamed of this day,” Ruby crooned, rising to her knees and nursing her swollen belly with a hand. “You look amazing, Yang…!” When Yang’s eyes turned toward her, she giggled and stooped down to kiss Yang's chest, sucking on a big, pink nipple while Yang coughed and croaked on a mouthful of monsterdick. Yang glared at Neo even as she pumped her massive tits up and down, wondering how she’d cope in gym class from now on with boobs as big as these. In this moment, it didn’t seem to matter how Yang’s body had changed; she was more curious about the size of Neo’s upcoming orgasm. Would it be as big as all the rest, or did even Neo have her limits? As she neared the end, Neo hissed between her teeth and clamped both hands over Yang’s head, thrusting up between her tits and into her mouth with unrelenting fury. Yang coughed and spluttered badly, but Neo didn’t stop for anything – pushing herself over the edge. Yang recoiled as a shotgun blast of seed exploded into the back of her mouth, gushing over her tonsils and flooding her windpipe, but Neo just clamped her head down and heaved her hips upwards. “Aah--!” Neo called out, then started to lurch with each bolt of searing pleasure, hosing Yang’s gullet and flooding her belly, while drenching her giant tits with excess seed! Each hot spray drove Yang past her limits, forcing her to swallow rapidly just to keep from choking, tears dripping from her eyes as she gargled more spunk than any woman should feasibly be capable of. Soon her belly was packed far beyond her previously assumed limits, her abs swollen even further out than before, while cum pooled in her cleavage and dripped off of her nipples. She guuurgled as Neo drew her cockhead out of her mouth, stretching a long, sticky bridge of splooge between her lips and that gushing dickslit. Neo was panting for air, her perky tits rising and falling, her heterochromic eyes peering into Yang’s with hazy amusement. At last, Neo pushed Yang onto her back and stepped away, drooling a trail of slime from her softening cock. Yang sprawled, panting, Ruby suckling on her right tit while she gazed at the ceiling – her entire body abuzz with happy heat. So it had finally happened – she’d given into Neo, and nothing would ever be the same. She curled her fingers in Ruby’s hair and pulled her closer, giving a gentle moan of delight. “Mmmph… Hey, Yang,” said Ruby, looking up for the first time, a shaky grin and a look of pure bliss on her reddened face. “Are you joining us…?”
Title: [RWBY] Nora Joins In Chapter title: Jaunes-getting-lots-of-action-recently-huh Story Description: Curiosity killed the cat, but Nora's never been one for proverbs. When she walks in on Jaune and Pyrrha having some fun, does she respect their privacy and leave? Nope - she wants in. If you like my work, consider checking out my Patreon! Your donation will help me keep making lewd content. Champion of Venus - Version 0.13 is out now! Do futas dream of electric goddesses? Anime & Manga: RWBY Story Content: With Ren meditating in his room, Nora had no one to talk to, and so she went looking for someone else to torment. This late in the evening, the Academy grounds were dim and mostly quiet, but the silence went away when Nora started to hum. It was late in the year: Nora’s breath fogged as it met the air, and soon she was hugging herself against the cold. Finally, she stepped into the warmth of the gym building and pressed herself against a radiator, groaning as the heat flowed through her. She heard a sound, faint and muffled by walls. The sound continued as Nora strained to hear. A slow grin spread across her face as she realised what was happening. Oh, saucy! There was no way Nora wasn’t about to barge in on this little party. The sound was coming from behind the locker room door. Nora paused there and stripped, peeling her shirt up her shapely torso to expose her big, bubbly tits and then wiggling her skirt down her legs, freeing her thick booty. Nora tittered to herself, getting way too excited for her own good. So what if she was cold? She’d be all hot and bothered soon enough… Nora pushed through the locker room door. “Did someone order a double?” she asked as she displayed herself…and then paused, staring at the special surprise that waited for her. Jaune held Pyrrha in a Full Nelson, arms hooked under her thighs, her palms flat on the wall as he pounded her from behind. His abs clenched tight as he RAMMED back and forth, driving every last inch of his shockingly thick and long cock into Pyrrha’s sopping pussy. If Jaune was in bliss, Pyrrha was in paradise: her green eyes rolled back in her skull as Jaune pounded her silly, making her thick asscheeks bounce and jiggle against his abs. Her breasts hung in the air, and they bounced more beautifully than in Nora’s wildest dreams: swinging up and down in obscene strikes against her own hard abs, smacking together in juicy circles… Nora suppressed a shallow moan and trailed a palm across her clit, a tingle of pure joy creeping through her naked body. She stepped into the locker room and leaned against the same wall Jaune was screwing Pyrrha against, crossing her arms under her own large tits. Where Pyrrha’s body was hard from excessive training, Nora was soft and juicy from her shoulders to her soles. The difference between them was striking…and Pyrrha was a few inches taller…but other than that, they had the same basic, bootylicious body type. Nora’s grin increased as Jaune’s moans and groans guttered out from between his clenched teeth. She’d never imagined those kinds of noises coming from his lips – of course, rationally, his relationship with Pyrrha had to have this side to it, but they were so cute and innocent together that sex never registered on the observer’s consciousness. Nora felt she was witnessing something taboo. At last ready to announce her presence, Nora took a deep breath and said, “I always knew you’d be big, Jaune, but over ten inches? I’m shocked.” Jaune froze mid-thrust, a shuddering gasp in his throat. Pyrrha gave a confused moan, then pushed herself back from the wall and covered her mouth with both hands, shocked by the intrusion. Nora wore a shit-eating grin on her face, stroking her palm up and down over her tender clit. As Jaune pulled out of Pyrrha in a hurry, Nora’s eyes dropped to his bulky dick, swinging glossily between his thighs. She whistled a low note. “Th-this isn’t what it looks like!” Jaune said in voice that bordered on whining. Nora giggled at his tone, his expression of shock, the way his blue eyes narrowed in confusion as he finally registered her naked body. The poor guy just wasn’t built to handle situations like this. Pyrrha looked similarly shocked and frightened, mortified that she’d been caught in the act. Nora thought her blush was adorable. “Aww, look at the two of you,” Nora purred. “I always knew you’d be great together.” Pyrrha covered her tits with an arm and her pussy with the other hand, stepping half-behind Jaune to shield her ‘decency’. She couldn’t hold Nora’s eyes. “Wh-why are you here?” Nora’s expression flattened. “You’re gonna make me say it, huh? The obvious.” She sauntered forwards, stepping past the stunned Jaune so she could inspect Pyrrha’s body. Her fingers came to rest on Pyrrha’s chiselled hips, caressing her skin slowly and softly as she brought her lips within centimetres of her friend’s own kissers. “I wanna join in.” Pyrrha leaned back slightly, eyes widening with shock. She looked at Jaune, who seemed similarly startled by the confession – but not startled enough to kill his boner. In fact, he was throbbing thicker and harder than before. Nora’s cheeks puffed out as she snorted with amusement, watching Pyrrha’s green eyes. The redhead was embarrassed, nervous beyond all words…and yet, her nipples were stiff, and when Nora touched her arm she willingly dropped it to expose herself. Nora accepted that for the invitation it was, and bumped her shoulder on Pyrrha’s arm as she turned to Jaune. “Hey, big guy,” she murmured. Not wasting a moment beating around the bush, Nora grabbed Jaune’s massive cock in her hand and led him into the showers, her wide hips swinging every step of the way. He cast a pleading glance at Pyrrha, who could only sigh and shake her head, giving in to the reality of the situation: Nora was an overwhelming force in her own right, and once she decided to do something, nothing could stop her from getting what she wanted. Nora even looked back at Pyrrha before she disappeared, shooting a naughty wink at her toned friend and quirking a hip up high as she lingered in the shower threshold. “Let’s go.” Pyrrha followed. When she stepped into the showers, Nora was already working her wiles on Jaune: pressing him against a wall and inspecting his naked body, lips curling into a vicious grin at what she saw. She didn’t often think about it (due to the aforementioned innocence), but Jaune had a studly bod, and now she’d gotten a look, she planned to taste every inch of him. Eyes narrowing, she leaned toward Jaune and kissed his chest, dragging her lips gently along his smooth skin. “H-Hey,” Jaune murmured, way too excited for his own good: his monstercock throbbed and twitched with heated desire as Nora explored his body, grazing her teeth ever so softly over his nipples before making her way down his abs, lowering herself deeper and deeper into an ass-popping squat. Her tongue trickled out to slide against his flesh, teasing him with her gaze while her breasts slid around his shaft, enticing him with her warmth and softness. Before she reached a full squat, Nora rose again – this time all the way to her tiptoes, so she could clasp his face between her hands and capture his lips in a kiss. “Nnmmh...!” she crooned into his mouth while Pyrrha watched on with a jealous lip-bite. Pyrrha had to wonder why she was letting Nora do this. Was she really okay with it? Pyrrha’s body gave the answer her mind could not: she was tingling down below, badly, and even now her thighs were starting to shine with her own arousal. She supposed that was reason enough to continue, but that didn’t stop her from feeling uneasy as she approached the kissing pair. Nora nursed Jaune’s cock under her hand, grasping and pumping it firmly, struggling to wrap her hand around his wrist-thickness. When she finally broke the kiss, she was grinning dizzily, panting for air, overwhelmed by the naughtiness of it all. “Fuck, I’m gonna enjoy this,” she groaned, stroking Jaune faster and faster before releasing him, stepping back to Pyrrha’s side while he was twitching at his peak. “Ooh, were you about to cum? Sorry, but you need to work for that.” She hooked an arm around Pyrrha’s waist and leaned into her stronger friend, nipping her earlobe with a deep chuckle. Pyrrha’s horniness was all too apparent: she was panting for air, so tender to the touch that Nora’s bite made her whimper. “We’re gonna have…nnh, lots of fun together. And I know just the thing to break the ice…” - A minute later, Nora and Pyrrha were standing side by side, each on one leg, bracing themselves against the wall with their tits bunched together. Nora smirked at Pyrrha’s dazed expression, then looked back at Jaune, who stood with a leg over each shoulder. Both girls were both highly flexible, and their pussies nestled against each other before Jaune’s throbbing cock. He couldn’t contain his excitement: his blue eyes blurred with desire, his bottom lip caught between his teeth as he tried to decide who to fuck first. Nora made that decision for him, grasping his cockhead and guiding it between their bodies. As soon as he felt the contours of their stomachs grasping his cock between them, he began to thrust like a machine, unable to stop himself. His monstercock lurched back and forth, enjoying the definition of Pyrrha’s abs and the soft plumpness of Nora’s tummy at the same time, all while their tight, sopping pussies lubricated his thrusting shaft. Nora moaned, then kissed Pyrrha full on the lips, surprising her with the overtly lesbian display. It took a moment for Pyrrha to recover, but when she did, she kissed back with a surprising amount of passion, plunging her tongue into Nora’s mouth. The feeling of Jaune’s cock pumping between their bodies was a unique kind of pleasure, and Pyrrha was enjoying it to the fullest extent, rocking her hips as agilely as she could while standing on one leg, trusting Jaune to stop her from losing her balance. Both women crooned as Jaune pumped rhythmically between their pussies, getting them both off at once. Soon the surfaces of their bellies were so wet and slippery that there was barely any friction, but they just pressed closer, grinding their midriffs together as Jaune moaned in pleasure. They broke their kiss to gaze at Jaune with narrowed eyes, both of them grinning teasingly. “Nngh, this feels so good,” Pyrrha said as she shimmied her hips, huffing and puffing as Jaune’s giant cock slid over her pussy. She’d never felt this excited before. Maybe she’d always wanted a threesome, but just didn’t know it? “H-Hey, if you keep going…” Jaune warned in a shaky voice, but the girls ignored him. He watch them making out, their tongues slipping and sliding together as they groaned into each other’s mouths, giving him the sexiest show he’d ever witnessed. They wanted to finish him off, and they were about to get their wish, but first he was going to give them a shock. As he pulled back, he grasped the base of his dick and took aim – and plunged it balls-deep in Nora’s pussy. The ginger slut yelped, her tongue spilling free in an expression of pure joy as he stirred her cunt with rough thrusts, clapping his balls against her pillowy thigh again and again. Pyrrha, seeing Nora’s pleasure, moaned and nibbled her friend’s neck – which only made her pleasure all the more intense. Nora came on Jaune’s pumping fuckrod, squirting all over his pelvis, twitching and arching her belly against his abs…and just as her ecstasy started to wind down, Jaune pulled out and RAMMED himself into Pyrrha. Pyrrha’s tits leapt against the air. She barely kept her balance as he fucked her roughly, rocking her back and forth between his muscular body and the wall, making her cry out in her brightest, shakiest voice as she hit her own shuddering climax. At last, Jaune’s pleasure peaked. He pulled out of Pyrrha’s clenching pussy and thrust between them once again, grinding on their cumming cunts as he launched into his own massive orgasm. His climax hit like a truck, stealing away his thoughts in a tide of bright, white pleasure. He arched his back and erupted thick ropes of cum across the bottoms of his lovers’ tits, painting their breasts white as they stiffened in surprise. They looked down and caught the next blast directly in their faces. Nora was shocked by Jaune’s amazing potency, while Pyrrha was shocked because he’d never fired quite this hard before. He gasped and grunted, his hips jerking back with each high-pressure blast, squirting an entire bukkake’s worth of spunk between their bodies. Pyrrha looked at Nora, who licked around her own mouth before pressing into another kiss, hungrily lapping and rolling that hungry tongue of hers over the redhead’s features. Pyrrha could only shut her eyes under the assault, allowing the ginger to clean her. Jaune panted for air, dizzy from the pleasure he’d just experienced. He’d splattered cum all over the white tile wall, but it quickly washed away as Nora reached out to turn the shower on. Hot water gushed over their bodies, cleansing any trace of their depravity, leaving them slick, shiny, and clean as they rose and gazed at each other with lust. “That was amazing,” Jaune said with a sheepish half-grin. “We should do it again sometime—” “Ohhh, no,” said Nora playfully, wrapping her hands over his shoulders and digging in her nails, making him grimace. Pyrrha stepped beside him to wrap her boobs around his bicep, peering into his eyes with sharp intent. Nora giggled. “Guys are all the same. Don’t you see we’re not satisfied? That means you’re gonna keep fucking us until we let you go.” “Do you understand, Jaune?” asked Pyrrha, her lips hovering close to his ear. Jaune was startled. He’d never heard Pyrrha speak in such a sultry voice before, and her soft breaths against his neck were threatening to drive him crazy. His cock stopped drooping and, as the girls each laid a hand upon its bridge, started to bulk up again. “Good boy,” said Nora with a cackle, and patted his head. “I hope you can keep up with us!” - Jaune pounded Pyrrha from behind, bending her over the bench and slapping her ass with one hand while the other grasped her hair. He’d wrapped her red ponytail around his wrist, holding her in a tight, back-arching grip as he clobbered her cunt without mercy. She yelled in absolute bliss, eyes rolling back and tears trickling down her bright-red cheeks. “Fuck--! Haah, Jaune…!” she howled as his cock lunged in and out, in and out, piston-pumping her without pause. She loved rough sex, she was starting to realise. Nothing made her feel better than Jaune’s humongous dick stretching her deepest depths, punching her cervix like she was some kind of gutter whore! Her breasts leapt wildly beneath her, jiggling all over the place as shower water rained off of them. Plap, plap, slap! Jaune’s hips rocketed into her asscheeks so rapidly that her smooth, glossy buns turned as red as her face. She’d be sore for days – that much was obvious – but that didn’t seem to matter amidst this overwhelming bliss. Her teeth ground together as she came again, gasping and squeaking pitifully. “That’s a neat face you’re making,” Nora purred, leaning on the wall beside the rutting lovers. “Is this what I was disturbing when I came in? I should’ve left you alone a little while longer…” She gasped as Jaune tensed – and suddenly, cum blasted from around Pyrrha’s over-stretched cunt, his load backfiring out of her! Jets of seed gushed down her thighs and dissipated in the downpour of water, and when Jaune pulled his slime-caked cock out of Pyrrha, she was trembling badly, her eyes swimming in a sea of pleasure. “Your turn,” Jaune growled. - Nora squealed in bliss, hands wrapped in Jaune’s hair as he roughly tongued her cunt. Her thighs mounted on his shoulders, ankles touching his lower back, Nora was held up against the tile wall, completely helpless beneath the onslaught of the blond stud’s tongue. “Ha-aahhn! This isn’t…nnghh…what I meant by ‘keeping up’ with us!” Jaune ignored her protests and focused on her pleasure, digging his biceps into the plump masses of her asscheeks and leaning against her even harder. Nora’s gasps and moans burst freely from her lips: she arched her back and shuddered with pleasure, closing her eyes before he could see her losing control. “Fffgh…keep going, Jaune…” she said in a much sweeter, softer voice. “M-Make me cum real hard, okay…?” That wouldn’t take long, from the looks of things. Nor would Jaune last long in his current state: Pyrrha squatted before him, her thick ass kissing the wall, Nora’s juices splattering in her hair as she hungrily glutted herself on Jaune’s monstercock. Swaying back and forth, cupping his apple-sized balls in one hand and her cunt in the other, Pyrrha sucked him off without a thought for his limits. He got the impression she was sucking for her own pleasure rather than his: maybe she just really loved the sensation of a fat cock sliding over her tongue, thick enough to bulge her cheek way out when she turned her head… She reached back to straighten her ponytail, then grasped Jaune’s cock close to the hilt and leaned forward. Glurkhh… He gasped and canted his head in bliss as his dick sank down Pyrrha’s throat, stretching out her neck in a deliciously fat bulge. Pyrrha’s eyes flickered upwards in pleasure, and two fingers curled into her pussy, starting to rub the first joints against her clit in needy passion. “Wh-what a slut, right?” Nora asked as she heard Pyrrha’s glugs and glarks, squeezing Jaune’s blond hair tighter. “Hahhhngh… Fuck, push your tongue…deeper!” She gasped as Jaune obeyed, plunging her depths with slick, pink muscle. Nora couldn’t contain her delight: she let her voice out in warbling moans, broadcasting her ecstasy to the world. She shuffled her hips from side to side, then started to roll them firmly against Jaune’s face, riding his tongue with dizzy pumps. Suddenly she hiked her chin and clenched her teeth, gurgling as she hit her climax. “Fuaaah!” Her tongue spilled free in a lazy ahegao, trembling from head to toe, sagging forwards over Jaune as her thighs squished his face and her toes curled behind his back. “Hah…hah…haaahhhn…” Jaune grunted into Nora’s pussy, still hungrily making out with her quivering womanhood while rolling his hips against Pyrrha’s increasingly passionate blowjob. She swallowed his cock with vigour, gagging and coughing each time he plunged past her collarbone, stretching herself out with glee. The constant rippling of her hot gullet around his cock pushed him over the edge long before he was ready, and he groaned as he blasted her stomach with a vast load, filling it to the brim in a matter of five or six shots. She held herself down on his meat, lips flattened against his hilt, cum bubbling from her nostrils as she glared up at him with intense desire. She swallowed every drop of his load and then kept sucking, rocking back and forth, back and forth, even when his cock had gone completely soft. Her hands slid over her perfect tits, squishing them under her palms as she throated that giant slab of meat. “Mmglk…glrk…glrrk…” Jaune shuddered and squeezed Nora tighter, overwhelmed by pleasure. He started to thrust even harder against Pyrrha’s face, grunting and gasping for air as he pounded her gullet at full power. It wasn’t long before he lost control and blasted his load down her throat, massive jolts of jizz guttering from his enraged dick and flooding her tummy. Pyrrha’s eyes rolled back in a fuck-hungry daze, tears leaking down her reddened cheeks. Jaune groaned and leaned forward, resting Nora’s back against the wall as he spurted the last few shots. “Mmngh…fuck…” he groaned into Nora’s pussy. “You two…are gonna break me…” “Count on it,” Nora sighed, and SWATTED her bubbly flank with an open palm, making her thick booty wobble and bound. “Now, then – time for the next position!” - Nora bent over, put her wrists between her face and the wall, and shook her fat booty from side to side. Jaune groaned, already stroking his cock over her pillowy cheeks, grinding and thrusting, making that perfect ass bound. “Is this what you want?” he snarled as she lifted her ass up high and brought it down in a thunderclap of flesh. “Well, duh,” she said. “Hammer me like a nail! Go wild.” Beneath Nora, between her parted legs, lay a dizzily smiling Pyrrha. The redheaded superstar crossed her hands over her pussy and watched a glob of cum droop from Jaune’s cockhead toward her. When the rope broke, the glob splattered on her forehead, and she went cross-eyed to stare at it. “Nngh. Hurry up, Jaune. I’m not sure how long I can hold in my feelings…” “Understood.” Digging his hands into Nora’s asscheeks, Jaune lined up his thrust and SLAMMED Nora’s unprotected asshole. Her rim stretched around his girth, and Nora gave a howl of surprise at the maddeningly blissful sensation. “Whoooaafuck!” she cried out, her tongue flopping from her open mouth while her eyes rolled back in their sockets. “You’re…making me…ahegao like a whore!” Her gurgling tones only spurred Jaune to greater heights of assfuckery: he buried his hands in the flanks of her giant buttcheeks and slammed her harder, faster than before, pounding her rump so hard it hurt. But it hurt so good… Nora was beyond bliss: she couldn’t really compute the pleasure she was feeling, rushing and wrenching through her body like a tide of lava. Her belly bulged around Jaune’s clobbering fuckslab, struggling to contain his girth while he pummelled her guts like his own, personal cocksleeve. When he let go of her buttcheeks, they jiggled and smack, smack, smacked together like crazy, while cuntjuice and cockslime drizzled down her thighs onto Pyrrha’s face. The redhead opened wide and outstretched her tongue to gather up the cream, hungrily feasting on the depraved liquids. Jaune kept thrusting, spanking Nora’s plump thighs with his hefty, swinging balls, drawing out deeper and more guttural moans from his thirsty lover. By now Jaune’s head was starting to cloud from the constant stream of orgasms – until he could think of nothing but the next thrust, and the next, and the next! Each strike sent a violent ripple through Nora’s rump, lifting her onto her tiptoes and making her squeal. She reached back to spank herself, and Jaune responded by pitching forward and RAVAGING her ass without a moment of pause or even a change in rhythm. He pumped her like a machine, gasping and groaning as he struggled to fill his lungs, unable to stop until he’d had his fill. Even when he came, he didn’t stop pumping. “Hnnghh!” Jaune rode the waves of his own climax, pressure-pumping Nora’s insides white. Each shot caused a minor backblast of spunk that poured down her thighs and slapped onto Pyrrha’s face, her open mouth and rolling tongue… Soon Pyrrha’s entire head was buried under a minor snowdrift of spunk, only bursting bubbles and the faint swirling of her long tongue suggesting a person was beneath. But then, to his surprise, Pyrrha jerked into motion. Flinging the majority of cream off her face with an arm, she lurched to her knees and buried her face in Jaune’s balls, grumbling as she tongued his smooth sack. Her hands found his ankles, and she nestled into his balls with all the vigour of a woman in love. One at a time, she took his huge, round testicles into her mouth and jostled them on her tongue, flicking and rolling this way and that while Jaune curled his toes in pleasure. There was no stopping Pyrrha once she entered a ball-worshipping frenzy, and now he was forced to endure the full power of her lust. Just as he was about to hose Nora’s guts a second time from the tongueplay alone, Pyrrha released his sack – and Jaune felt it slide over her hair as she pushed toward Nora’s twitching, trembling pussy. Nora sensed what was coming, and gave a helpless squeak of protest a moment before Pyrrha’s lips and tongue started to caress her needy womanhood. “Haah, that’s it,” Jaune hissed between his teeth, barely holding his composure. If not for his midnight training sessions with Pyrrha, he never would have been able to fuck like this, and even now his endurance was wearing thin, but he gathered his resolve and kept pumping, determined to punish Nora for her rude interruption. He slapped her ass and grinned at the lewd sound it made, then bent over her and bit her neck. “Enjoying yourself?” “Hhah! Nnngh!” she wailed, no longer able to speak. Then she gave an especially incoherent howl, going cross-eyed as she came. Her thighs flexed, and she squirted her slick, clear juices all over Pyrrha’s face while the redhead slurped her slutty cunt. Pyrrha’s tongue was racing inside Nora, teasing her all the way to the g-spot with her especially long and dexterous muscle. Jaune thought it was unfair Nora was getting all the pleasure, and raced to claim his own--! “No, Jaune!” The panic in Pyrrha’s tone made him pause. She peeled back from Nora’s pussy and gasped for air, juices hanging from her chin, leaving the poor ginger twitching in her wake. “We can’t…not just yet. Save your energy for…something else…” Jaune wanted to finish off right away, but Pyrrha’s tone got him curious, so he pulled out of Nora with a wet ‘pop!’ and smacked his cock down on his girlfriend’s red hair. “What are you thinking?” - Nora and Pyrrha knelt facing each other, lovingly pumping their tits up and down Jaune’s monstercock. Jaune sat on a bench in the changing room, marvelling at the two women servicing his massive prick. The look of love in their eyes was unquestionable, and they gave worship to him like the most loyal sluts on the planet. Nora’s boobs were slightly bigger than Pyrrha’s, but Pyrrha made up for it with passion, pressing harder forwards while Nora grinned smugly at her efforts. “No need to be jealous,” Nora said, then leaned down and swallowed Jaune’s cock whole. “Mmnglhh! Puah… This thing’s for sharing.” Pyrrha groaned. As soon as Jaune’s cock emerged from Nora’s lips, she dived onto it too, guzzling it down to the hilt and swirling her tongue over his balls while he squirmed in utter delight. He knew he could stir up one more load for his loving ladies, and he planned to make it a big one – all for the sake of their pleasure. Resting a hand on each of their heads, stroking their hair, he watched them in awe. Nora and Pyrrha shared his cock in graceful harmony, taking turns to stroke it, to suck it, to lather kisses from base to tip… Each wave of affections made his cock buck and throb violently, and he was sure he’d end up spraying a load before he was ready, but his lovers knew when to hold back, when to allow a brief lull in their worship. But then it started. As though a switch had been flicked, the girls began to get crazy with their affections. They went up and down on his rod as though their lives depended on it, slurping and gagging, coughing and spitting, their hot gullets rippling around his massive monstercock as though playing a game to see who received his cumshots first. When Nora came up again and Pyrrha went down, the ginger caught the redhead’s hair in both hands and pressed her down, holding her against Jaune’s pelvis for a long, spluttering few seconds. When she released, Pyrrha rocketed up and wheezed for air…then glowered at her smirking friend. Pyrrha got her revenge in the exact same manner: seizing Nora’s hair and SLAMMING her down that fuckpillar, forcing drool to squirt from her lips and nostrils as she struck the hilt. “Glrrkh!” - Somehow, Jaune made it through their dreadful affections. Once they were all facefucked out, they pressed him back on the bench until he was lying flat, peering up at them with questioning eyes. They looked at each other coyly, winked, and then climbed on top. This time they moved like one being, as though they’d planned their positions from the start: Nora mounted his cock while Pyrrha sat on his face, descending on him with her slick, needy pussy. Jaune eagerly buried his face in her womanhood and began to eat her out, stroking his tongue along her clit while she rocked and rolled her toned hips. Nora, meanwhile, wasted no time beginning to brutefuck his cock with rough WHUMPs of her ass on his thighs. “Fuck!” she cried to the heavens, squeezing her tits between her biceps and growling as a fresh orgasm rolled through her. Jaune couldn’t even watch her pussy gliding up and down his dick, so instead he focused on pleasuring Pyrrha while Nora pleasured herself using his fuckhammer like her own personal dildo. “Ahn…Jaune…!” Pyrrha gasped and tossed her head back in orgasm, palms flat on his muscular chest. “Nngh…nnnhhah…” As she moaned, Nora leaned forward and kissed her deeply – and after a moment, she returned the kiss, swapping spit with her teammate while Jaune baked beneath their rolling, rutting hips. He’d held on for long enough. With a muffled moan, he unleashed a tide of spunk into Nora’s womb – big enough to swell her stomach. She groaned and clutched his hips between her thighs, still rocking her hips faintly back and forth as cum poured from her clenching pussy all over his pelvis. “Fucckk…so much fuckin’ jizz…” she said in a tight voice, slooowly leaning back until she sprawled in the opposite direction to Jaune, his cock still rooted inside her. “So good…” Pyrrha slid back and sat on the end of the bench, peering down into Jaune’s dazed eyes. “It seems Nora’s worn out,” she said, caressing his blond hair with one hand. “But I’m not done yet. Not by a long shot…” As she leaned down to kiss him, only one thought registered on Jaune’s mind. I’m in danger.
Title: [RWBY] NoraJaune - The Boiling Point Chapter title: Blake-in-Heat Story Description: Nora's been teasing Jaune ever since they arrived at Beacon. Now, pent up and horny beyond description, he's decided to make her pay for it. If you enjoy my work, consider donating to my patreon. Patrons get early access to builds of my H-game, which you can download here! Anime & Manga: RWBY Story Content: Jaune felt troubled. His harem – if it could be called that – was swiftly growing, and it was as though the other girls at the academy had noticed a change in him. He felt their stares constantly, their hunger drilling into the back of his head wherever he walked. Even more stressful were the demands on his lovers. Ruby, Nora, and Yang were demanding partners, and spreading his attention between all three of them was too much even for his well-trained body. It was getting to the point that he savoured any free time he had – time to unwind, let his body recover, and catch up on his studying. So long as he was left alone during those moments, he figured he could handle this new life pretty well. As he threw open the door to his room, the first thing he noticed was the pile of clothes on the floor. There was someone sitting on his bed, cross-legged, clasping the hem of his Pumpkin Pete hoodie to cover her groin. Blake watched him with yellow eyes narrowed, leaning forwards over her thick, pale thighs, her cat ears flattened to her scalp by the hoodie. “Jaune,” she said in what was almost a moan. “I’m in heat…” She uncrossed her legs, and Jaune was treated to the sight of her slick, pink womanhood in all its feminine glory. It was just like she said; she was soaking wet, and as she spread her pussy between index and middle finger, Jaune felt a stir in his pants. He groaned. He’d just finished ramming Yang in the gym, battering her abs from behind until her belly bulged with cum – a strain she’d have to spend hours in the gym working off – and he’d left the encounter feeling completely drained, but the sight of Blake like this was enough to rile him up once again. She saw the tent forming in his pants; her tongue touched her lips as she rose to her feet, her chest heaving under Jaune’s hoodie. He just knew she was completely naked under that thing, and the thought made him even hornier. “Blake, what are you doing?” Jaune asked weakly, knowing exactly where this was going. “Someone could walk in at any moment!” “I don’t care.” Her voice was subdued, pouting almost, her eyes never leaving his. She walked straight up to him and pressed her belly against his bulge, her tits against his lower chest, resting her spindly hands on his hips. He could feel the heat of her skin through his shirt, feel her hot breath on his neck as she leaned in extra close. “I saw what you did to Yang. I…need that, too. All of it.” Her fingers trailed around his waist, down his abs…over his sensitive, throbbing bulge. She hissed between her teeth, a note of pure lust, as she felt just how much he was packing. “You’ve already gotten busy today, huh?” “Wh-What makes you say that?” Jaune was struggling to think right now, let alone speak, and Blake’s words barely stuck in his brain. “Because I can smell it. Faunus, remember?” She cupped her hand over his bulge, rubbing sloooowly back and forth, making him pant for air as electric bolts of pleasure crackled up and down his spine. His low moans pleased Blake immensely; she reached past him to lock the door, then stepped back from the tender stud with her yellow eyes narrowed to glaring slits. “Now, then…” she murmured, and lifted the hem of the hoodie, exposing her pussy, her navel, and her perky hips in one delicious package. “What are you thinking of, right now?” Jaune bit his lip. This was getting out of control; he was collecting Team RWBY members like pocket monsters, as though Nora had been the spark that began an irreversible chain reaction. Should he step back from the edge, or keep going…? Oh, who was he kidding? He had no choice; even now, his libido was overpowering any conscious thought that remained in his skull, making his neurones fire in one direction only. He approached Blake, laid his hands on her hips, and lowered his mouth to hers. She gave a happy squeak as she caught his kiss, throwing her slender arms around his neck and squeezing him toward her, letting her hoodie conceal her womanhood once again. It didn’t do so for long; Jaune bundled Blake toward the bed, sitting her down and lifting her legs up high, watching her toes curl as he brought his huge, straining bulge to bear against her naked pussy. She wailed in surprise, watching wide-eyed over the heaving horizons of her chest as he sawed his hips back and forth, rubbing her needy pussy with his clothed cock. “Fuuuck,” she groaned, proving more foul-mouthed than Jaune expected. “This feels so good, you have no idea—Nngh!” She curled her toes and canted her head, arching her agile body in a very cat-like gesture. “Hff…hff… You have…no idea…how it feels to be in heat. You lose your mind…lose control of your senses…lust takes over…” Just listening to her made Jaune feel the urge to blast a massive load. He stopped thrusting and grinned, squeezing her thick thighs so his fingers sank into her pale skin. “Oh yeah?” He asked. “So, if I just walked away, you’d probably be pretty pissed off.” “I’d…probably attack you,” Blake replied, glowering at him in annoyance. “And take what I need by force.” Jaune believed her. It occurred to him that, in her current state, there was almost nothing he couldn’t do to her. What a tantalising thought – one to dwell on as he unbuckled his belt and shed his pants. Seeing his cock press out like a pool tube inside his boxer shorts was almost too much for Blake; she gave a muted little gurgle and sat up, pressing her face against his bulge and grinding in slow circles, motorboating his monstrous package without any hint of shame. Her face had turned crimson by now, her eyes blurry and her kitty ears twitching. She held onto Jaune’s thighs, caressing his muscular legs. As she worshipped his tightly-bound bulge, she began to emit a strange noise – Jaune couldn’t identify it at first – until it grew louder, and he realised she was purring. He pushed his hand through her hair, grinning stupidly at the noise she was making – until she lifted her eyes to his in a glare. She was embarrassed, but the purring didn’t stop, nor did the intensive nuzzling. By now she’d nuzzled his boxers down to reveal the upper curve of his dick, throbbing and swelling toward freedom. He helped her with the rest, hooking both thumbs inside his undies and rolling them down his legs. Blake cried out as his cock erupted into the open, unfurling and straightening, swinging up and down to bat her forehead and scalp. His cock overshadowed Blake’s head, protruding between her cat ears and drooling a steady goop of cream onto her back, her thick asscheeks. She breathed in shallow gasps, squeezing the hoodie over her soaking cunt once again, unable to suppress a deep, shaking moan of awe. Jaune gripped the base of his cock, lifted, and brought it down in a fierce slap across Blake’s face. She flinched, but grinned under the throbbing heat of his cock – and opened wide. Her tongue slid under his cock, forming a rippling sheet he could thrust against. “Fuck, that’s good,” he murmured as he rocked his hips, letting her tongue electrify him, dripping precum onto her forehead and hair…but he didn’t want to cum just yet, and if things kept going the way they were going, that outcome would be unavoidable. He pulled Blake’s hair to yank her back, watching her pant and lunge for his dick for a few sweet moments before hurling her onto her back. “Roll over,” he told her. As she obeyed, Blake felt Jaune’s arms wrap around her waist, hauling her into a sitting position. Then he hooked his biceps under her thighs, locked his hands together, and lifted with all his might. Her ass left the bed, and suddenly she was being held against his chest, his cockhead poking her red-hot pussy! She gasped and wriggled in his arms, kicking at the empty air, staring down in anticipation of— The thrust. Jaune brought her down on his monstercock, splitting her molten pussylips wide open and plunging all the way to her cervix. Her pale tum stuck out in a heavy bulge, her tongue flopping from her open mouth. “Ouughhh--!” But Jaune wasted no time savouring the moment; he squeezed her tighter, and began to pound her hard and fast while she wriggled in his arms. Schlop, clop, clop, schlop! His heavy balls bounced up and down, jostling around in their sturdy sack while preparing vast volumes of sperm to pump into Blake’s womb. Her inner folds massaged every inch of his brutally huge cock, and with each heavy impact, her big tits bounced around in Jaune’s hoodie! “Hah! Ah! Ahn!” Her yellow eyes rolled in pleasure, tears of glee dribbling down her crimson cheeks as Jaune gave her exactly what she wanted, bouncing her without mercy, using her as his onahole! “Yes! Yesss!” Her asscheeks plapped and clapped violently against Jaune’s pelvis, splattering sweat across his thighs, driving him to fuck her harder, harder! Jaune was struggling to hold on. He winced as another shock of bliss went through him, nearly driving him over the edge, but he held on and kept pounding Blake without a shred of mercy or restraint. His balls smacked her clit again and again, making her eep in ecstasy, her face now streaked with tears. She couldn’t handle this; she was only one girl, and Jaune was packing more meat than any one girl could handle. Even if she’d been the most adept sex goddess in the world, she would have struggled not to— --to cum. Blake went cross-eyed and glurgled happily as she hit her orgasm, arching and shuddering as lightning bolts of bliss wreaked havoc on her body and mind. Her squirt was lost amidst the constant stampede of his monstercock clobbering her pussy, but she felt every shock in exquisite detail. Her lips pulled back from her teeth in a pleasurable grimace, her breasts pushed hard against the inside of the hoodie, and Jaune felt her core clamp down hard around his cock. “Hnngh,” he growled, barely holding on – and threw her face-down on the bed without pulling out. Blake looked back, but it was too late; the blond stud covered her in an instant, straddling her thick ass with his thighs and wrestling his hoodie up her torso. He revealed her slender back, her bulging belly, her big boobs flattened against the bedsheets--! She raised her arms so he could haul the garment over her head and fling it aside, rendering his lover completely naked. From there, he wrapped an arm around her neck and started to prone bone her with all of his might. “Nngh! Rrgh…” His abs and chest pressed down on her back, his bicep clenching around her neck until she could no longer suck down air. Her eyes bulged, teeth clenching tighter, but she didn’t try to make him stop; this felt too good to stop now, or ever! Her asscheeks rippled under his brutal thrusting, wobbling around like jello while his thighs squeezed tighter, his mouth pressed into her neck, and his free hand pawed at the side of a squished tit. Blake felt like she’d become part of his dick, nothing but a tool with which he could indulge himself. Whenever his cock throbbed with pleasure, Blake clenched and crooned as well, her eyes fluttering up toward the heavens as her vision misted more and more with oxygen deprivation. “Ghhrk…” Blake couldn’t hold on. As strong and agile as she was, Jaune’s cock was too mighty, and she squirmed in orgasm once again. Jaune wasn’t done testing her limits; even as she spasmed and squeaked, he seized her right leg and hoisted it into the air, turning her on his side as he ploughed her without mercy. He wanted to see her tits jiggle under his thrusts, and that was exactly what he got; as soon as they were freed from the tight crush, Blake’s tits – bounded joyously in the air, one sliding on top of the other, both glossed with sweat. Blake swept a hand across them, squeezing her nipples in her palms, all too aware of how much Jaune liked them. “Fuck!” she cried once more. “I don’t care about getting pregnant – just cum in me, you stud--!” Jaune’s nostrils flared, bull-like, as he sucked down a thick breath. She’d just said exactly what he wanted to hear, and there was no longer any going back for her. He flipped her onto her back and flattened her beneath him once again, crushing her sensitive tits under his muscular chest and biting her slim neck. She howled as her pussy became subject to the brutal oppression of his dick, which plunged in and out of her three or so times per second, his balls spanking her asscheeks with such incredible might that they left a red mark where they landed. Able to breathe again, Blake drank down huge gasps of air, her eyes glazed over with bliss and her tongue dangling from her mouth. Jaune watched her gleefully as his hips raced harder and faster, drilling her pussy with a ferocity he’d never quite experienced before. Maybe her heat was leaking into him? He wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her against him, removing any empty space that existed between their bodies – and then, at last, he brought his hips down with a loud CLAP and exploded into her womb. Blake’s fingers dug into his back, sensing the moment of his climax, and cumming for a third time alongside him. They convulsed together, writhing and arching their bodies like maddened creatures, Blake’s belly swelling around a deluge of hot, rushing seed. Most of his load gushed back out of her across the bedsheets, while Jaune’s balls visibly shrank from the sheer volume he was putting out. He gurgled into Blake’s neck, drawing back to reveal pink teeth-marks on her skin, and lazily locked lips with her, their tongues instantly crashing together. They lay like that for almost an hour, lying in a puddle of cum and sweat, stirring occasionally. Jaune’s cock remained rooted in Blake’s pussy even when he softened, and when he eventually pulled out, he slid easily from her stretched womanhood, making her groan. “Not bad,” Jaune said as he rolled off of Blake, landing on his back beside her, staring at the ceiling. They both panted for air, chests heaving up and down, hands laid on their stomachs. “Not bad at—mmp!” He blinked as Blake’s hand covered his mouth, and she rolled on top of him, her eyes burning down into his. “Again,” she hissed. “And again, and again, until I’m satisfied.” Jaune harem was beginning to snowball. Before long, it would become a raging avalanche – but at this stage, he had no idea just how big it would get. He groaned, kissed Blake’s mouth, and guided her ass toward his swelling cock.
Title: [RWBY] NoraJaune - The Boiling Point Chapter title: Rubys-Punishment Story Description: Nora's been teasing Jaune ever since they arrived at Beacon. Now, pent up and horny beyond description, he's decided to make her pay for it. If you enjoy my work, consider donating to my patreon. Patrons get early access to builds of my H-game, which you can download here! Anime & Manga: RWBY Story Content: Ruby cried out in dismay as her character was booted off the platform yet again. “Stop cheating, Jaune!” she complained, barging her shoulder against his. “Edge guarding isn’t allowed in this household!” “It’s part of the game,” Jaune said with a shrug and a crooked grin. He was enjoying hearing Ruby wail in despair – getting back at her for the endless teasing. “If you have a problem with it, why don’t you get good—guah!” As he spoke, Ruby had risen from her sitting position on the floor, planted her butt on the sofa, and spread her stocking-clad legs wide. Now she wrapped them tightly around Jaune’s head and clamped down with all her might, ear-muffing him with her warm thighs and slinging a calf across his face. “Mmph!” he panicked, his voice muffled by her skin; like a spider, Ruby pulled him deeper into her trap. As he struggled, he heard the sounds of his character being destroyed repeatedly. “What about this?” Ruby growled triumphantly. “Is this part of the game?” Jaune struggled against Ruby’s grip, but she was strong, easily maintaining the vice-tight clamp around his head while tapping furiously at her controller. Jaune felt her groin pressing against the back of his head; she was pulling him under her skirt, making his lust burn while she took advantage of his weakness to beat him in the game. At last, she threw down her controller and cheered in victory, throwing her arms up high. “I win! And you lose. What’cha gonna do about it?” Ruby unwrapped her legs from around Jaune’s head and blew a sigh of relief, smirking down at him over the heaving swells of her breasts. Jaune panted for precious air as he surged to his feet, whirling to face the cheater. He didn’t try to disguise the bulge that now strained the front of his pants, nor the dark red blush painting his face. “Cheaters…deserve to be punished,” he breathed. Ruby’s eyes narrowed; she was still in teasing mode. Her tongue slid across her lips. “Oh?” she asked as she leaned back into the sofa cushions, lifting her legs and spreading her thighs. Jaune stared at her exposed panties, gulping as his raging desires threatened to boil over. She slid a hand from her right knee, down the smooth surface of her stocking-clad thigh, before finally settling over the plump mound of her puss inside her panties. She tilted her head to one side and made a questioning noise. Jaune was dizzied with lust, standing and staring like a man lost in a blizzard for a long moment…until, at last, he unbuckled his belt and threw it down beside Ruby. His pants were next to go; he tugged them down alongside his boxers, letting his huge, fatty monstercock spring into the open. Ruby gasped as his enormity swung free, throbbing and drizzling globs of precum before her hungry, silver eyes. Jaune grasped his hilt and wrung his cock three times, stroking himself slowly, swelling through his fist until he was fully, magnificently (or horrifyingly, depending on one’s outlook), erect. He grinned at Ruby, who by now was starting to falter; her hand had stopped trailing over her pussy, and her breaths puffed shorter and faster through her parted lips. “A-Ah…Jaune, you’re…” “What’s up, Ruby?” Jaune asked, leaning over her and planting his hands on the backrest, glaring down into Ruby’s eyes while his monstercock fell on her stomach. He rutted his hips slowly back and forth, grinding his humongous dick against her, bumping the bottoms of her breasts when his balls ran over her panties. “Are you starting to regret cheating?” “Ah…uh…buh…” She struggled even to speak as she gazed at Jaune’s monstercock, her eyes widening, shoulders rising to their maximum elevation. “Can we…talk about this?” she asked in a tiny, thinning voice. “I mean…I don’t know if I can…” “Have more confidence in yourself,” Jaune grinned, and grabbed Ruby’s ankles tightly – lifting her legs up and back, until her knees almost touched the backrest. She wriggled on the sofa, kicking helplessly in Jaune’s hands, squealing as he rolled his hips gradually backwards. His broad glans trailed down her fluttering stomach and onto the now-wet surface of her panties, before pushing hard against her hidden pussylips. Her face turned red, her eyes swimming out of focus as she huffed and puffed for precious oxygen; her thoughts were spiralling into nothingness, every nerve in her body set to heightened sensivity. Jaune felt her pussylips clenching against his cockhead, her petals squeezing tight in fear and in lust. “Nnh…Jaune…” Jaune decided it was nearly time to stop teasing Ruby. She was almost too dumbstruck to be receptive to such gestures; by now her expression had melted into shaky desire, drool sparkling on her chin. Jaune clasped her chin in his hand and squeezed her cheeks between his fingers, making her lips pout forward. “What is it? What do you want?” “Mmhn…” She was incapable of giving him a straight answer; she just wriggled and groaned sweetly, gazing into his eyes with desperate need. Jaune grinned as he released her chin, and instead grasped a big, perky tit in his palm, squeezing until she squealed. With his free hand, he hooked two fingers into her black panties and slid them aside, exposing her beautiful, pink pussylips in all their glistening glory. His cockhead gave it a big kiss, and he watched Ruby’s eyes roll back, almost ahegao-ing before he’d slid inside. “You’re awesome,” Jaune murmured, then pushed his hips forward. Ruby gasped and squirmed violently as her pussy stretched around that throbbing monstercock. The feeling of her hot inner walls wrapping around his dick, squeezing and clenching, was nothing short of divine; Jaune arched his shoulders and gave a guttural grunt of joy, shuddering with bliss. If he didn’t watch himself, he’d end up blasting a giant load before he’d had a chance to enjoy Ruby’s body. He met her eyes, then kissed her forehead firmly, really just buying himself time to calm down. “Nngh!” To Jaune’s surprise, Ruby started to buck her hips against him, thrusting even in the midst of her mating press! Jaune clenched his teeth and growled in lust. The little slut was ravenous, and she had no intention of giving him a break, no matter how much he wanted one. Overwhelmed with lust, Jaune grasped Ruby’s thighs, pressing them down as flat against her body as he could, and started to ram her cunt with rough thrusts. Ruby squealed as he struck more than half his monsterdick inside her with a single thrust, bulging her soft belly and making her tits bounce in her dress. SCHLAP! The sudden, abnormally deep insertion drove her to a squeaking, eye-rolling orgasm, her entire body juddering with bliss as she squirted all over his cock and pelvis. He didn’t stop bucking, rolling his hips, driving his enormity in and out of her soaking honeypot while she convulsed madly beneath him. Her buttcheeks wobbled and rippled as his pelvis started to smack against them, sending delicious jiggles up along her thighs. Ruby’s vision fogged with pleasure, and Jaune blurred out of focus; all the energy in her body was focused on the bliss that surged through her with every thrust, as though his penis was firing lightning bolts that melted her brain a little more each second. “Huhn! Ahn! Jaune--!” She slapped a hand over her belly, feeling it dance and bulge almost to her tits each time he bottomed out inside her, each time his hips struck her thighs with a soggy clap! She’d never felt such ecstasy in her entire life – when she hit her second orgasm, she went cross-eyed and clamped her teeth tightly together, spittle flying between them as her hair hung wetter and more heavily over her brow. “Nnnrgh…” Jaune was burning up in his own brutish lust. He hooked a muscular arm under Ruby’s back and heaved, lifting her from the sofa into his arms and fucking her standing, her curvy body still folded up into a neat ona-ball. He bounced her in his arms, driving her soaking pussy up and down his monstrous member, producing even louder claps and slaps as gravity aided their sex. “Fuck!” he cried, burying his mouth in Ruby’s shoulder and biting her smooth neck. Sweat bounded off of their skin with each powerful collision, and as the lovers drilled each other with rough bucks of their hips, they gave off cries that grew more desperate with each passing minute. Jaune’s muscles flexed under his skin as he drew toward his climax, feeling it boiling at the base of his cock, threatening to unleash itself on Ruby’s poor, defenceless womb at any instant. The only thing stopping him was sheer willpower; he screwed up his pelvic muscles and held on tight, weathering the storm of pleasure for the sake of wringing more precious seconds out of this encounter, savouring Ruby’s body in all its jiggly perfection. Holding her waist with one arm, he whipped his palm across her asscheeks in a massive, meaty SLAP, making her thick, pale buns jiggle wildly as he continued to fuck her. The space between their mashing hips became a mire of gooey webs, splattering and squelching and stretching obscenely. Jaune sucked a deep breath, biting Ruby even harder as his lust finally reached its bursting point: he closed the distance between their hips with a SMACK, then trembled against her as he unloaded a violent, surging orgasm directly into her womb. SPLRRRRT-! Rope after geysering rope of hot, white splooge cascaded into her babychamber, flooding it to the brim and proceeding to inflate it, making her soft tummy swell out nice and round between their pressing, grinding bodies. Most of his load spurted back out the sides of her pussy and guttered down Jaune’s legs, spreading in a wide puddle around his feet. He groaned happily, holding himself to Ruby and Ruby to him, becoming one with her perfect body as they twitched, clenched, and shuddered together. “Uhhn…” Ruby moaned in Jaune’s ear. When he pulled back from her neck, a bright red hickey was left on her skin. Still holding her waist, Jaune walked to the sofa and sat down heavily, letting her legs flop down from her shoulders to the cushions. She knelt straddling his lap, his cock still swallowed up in her delicious pussy. They panted for air while staring into each other’s eyes, mouths open and chests heaving in and out. “That’s what you get…for cheating…” Jaune murmured, almost too dazed to speak. His right hand crept up Ruby’s side, pushing under her dress to fondle her hip. She grinned shakily at him. “Th-then…I’ll need…t-to cheat m-more often…” At that moment, the door opened and Blake stepped in. She froze mid-step, one foot in the air, yellow eyes widening as she saw the lovers squirming together on the sofa. They froze, too, and for an uncomfortable long time they stared at each other, the air between them filled with electricity. “W-Wait,” Ruby said, staring up. “I can explain--!” But the moment Jaune’s cock slid out of her, hot cum gushed from her pussy, spraying from her pressurised womb in a steamy torrent. “Auhn…!” She flopped back onto Jaune’s abs, sprawling atop his body with his massive, still-hard, slime-caked cock protruding from between her plump, twitching thighs. “Hi, Blake,” Jaune said weakly, smiling over Ruby’s shoulder. “How’s it going?”
Title: [RWBY] NoraJaune - The Boiling Point Chapter title: Setting-record-straight Story Description: Nora's been teasing Jaune ever since they arrived at Beacon. Now, pent up and horny beyond description, he's decided to make her pay for it. If you enjoy my work, consider donating to my patreon. Patrons get early access to builds of my H-game, which you can download here! Anime & Manga: RWBY Story Content: Jaune looked both ways before exiting the lecture hall, and made a swift march towards his dorm. He’d grown accustomed to watching his corners over the last few years at Beacon, ever cautious of a sudden ambush – not from bullies, though he’d dealt with his fair share of them, but from one of his teammates, who seemed intent on making his academy life difficult. He cracked the door open ever so slightly, then stepped through and breathed a sigh of relief. No one was here; he could prepare for his next lecture in peace, so long as— “Heyyy, Jaune!” chirped a familiar, demonic voice from behind him. Before he could turn, a hand slipped between his legs from behind, gave his package such a tight squeeze that he cried out, and then swatted his ass in quick succession. Nora stepped past, bumping a wide hip against his thigh, glowering over her shoulder at him with a wide, crooked smile stretching her lips. “N-Nora, ah—” “Looks like we’re all alone, huh?” Nora asked, making sure her thick ass swung deliciously in her skirt as she made her way over to the bedside drawer. She leaned enticingly forwards and rifled through the drawer, eventually taking out a notebook and throwing it onto her bed with the rest of her things. All the while, Jaune stared, transfixed by her curvy rump, her plump thighs becoming more visible as her skirt hoisted with her rear. He couldn’t help himself: Nora was just too thick to ignore, and when she straightened and faced him, she saw his blue eyes hovering on her. “Aww,” she purred, sauntering up to him. “This must be torture for you.” God, her chest stretched out her top so much – Jaune could already feel himself stirring down below, and was forced to squeeze his thighs together to hide a rather embarrassing boner. Nora wasn’t fooled: her eyes dropped briefly to his crotch, and narrowed with smouldering glee. “I don’t know how you’ve lasted this long, if this is how you react when I wiggle my butt a little.” She stepped closer, rose on her tiptoes, and rested her fingertips on his chest. For a moment Jaune thought their lips would touch, but then Nora turned her head and breathed against his chest: “Do you jerk off while thinking about me?” Nora was a tormentor; no other word described her love of teasing Jaune to the brink, making him tremble with desire as she smushed her tits against his chest. He gulped, frozen to the spot, watching her cleavage squish upwards as she stuck her tongue out at him. “A shame Pyrrha doesn’t have melons like these,” Nora said, then pulled away and headed into the bathroom. “Anyway, I’m gonna take a shower! If you promise to be a good boy, I’ll leave the door wide open.” “Nora…” “Yes, Jaune?” She swivelled on a heel and stood in the doorway, fists parked jauntily on her hips. “Are you about to confess your love to me? Sorry, but I’m taken—mmph!” Nora was cut off as Jaune all but tackled her to the ground, grabbing her thick thighs and lifting her legs up next to her ears. Her eyes went wide, and she squirmed hard, but nothing she did could free her from Jaune’s grasp: he bore down on her with his full weight and mass, grunting as he sawed his thick, throbbing bulge under her skirt, against her panties and her silky-soft pussylips. “W-Wait—” Nora said, beads of sweat appearing on her brow as she tried to soothe the raging bull that was Jaune. “I went a little too far, okay? I’m sorry—nngh!” Her eyes flickered with shock and dismay as Jaune jerked roughly forwards. He didn’t even try to open his pants, instead plunging the head of his bulge through her panties and into her soaking cunt, then proceeding to thrust. He couldn’t get very far, due to his own pants, but he pumped deep enough for Nora to feel his girth stretching her out, for her eyes to glaze over with pleasure and her lips to form a soft ‘o’ of delight. “Hnng! Jaune, fuck, you’re too big!” Jaune pulled out, revealing her pouting pussy in all its glistening glory, strings of nectar bridging the gap between his enraged boner and her needy entrance. He released her legs for a moment, letting them flop down on the bathroom floor, then hooked both arms around Nora’s waist and lifted her into the air. She slung her arms over his shoulders, tits pushing over and around his face as she panted for precious air, carried into the bedroom proper and deposited on Jaune’s bed. “We’re really…doing this now...?” she asked meekly. “What if someone walks—ah!” She winced as Jaune seized her top and hauled the fabric up, stretching and straining it until her big, fat tits flopped down onto her chest, wobbling briefly before they settled. Jaune immediately buried his face between her gorgeous udders, sucking and nibbling on patches of sensitive flesh. Nora squirmed and groaned – she’d never felt such ferocity directed at her body before, and she was starting to like it. The electric intensity of the moment made her cry out in pleasure while pushing her fingers through Jaune’s blond hair, watching him catch her right nipple in his mouth and tug at it hungrily. When her breast finally popped from his lips, he sat back on his knees and unzipped his pants. The stud wasted no time: as soon as he could, he hooked his thumbs into his underwear and yanked them down, freeing his massive fuckrod in an eruption of veiny meat. Nora’s mouth opened wider, shoulders rising in fright and eager anticipation as Jaune’s heavy cock slapped down on her belly, flinging a lazy rope of precum up her right tit and all the way to her jawline. She couldn’t believe what was happening – was this the beast she’d been prodding and poking, trying to stir him up at every opportunity? Jaune pushed his hips forward, driving his monstercock up her belly all the way to her tits. She blinked at the broad, pink cockhead protruding between her breasts, so massive it nearly surmounted her entire torso. Oh man…this thing was gonna destroy her… As he pulled back, she wet her lips and tried to beg, but she found she couldn’t speak: her breath was too short, her tongue too tied with nerves, and all she could do was bite her lip as Jaune lifted her legs again, lifting her rump, getting her in position for the mating press of a lifetime. She hoped Ren didn’t find out about this… At last, Jaune rose into a squat and pressed his cockhead against her soaking pussylips. Nora almost came just from the touch, shuddering and groaning, folding her hands behind her head. She knew there was no way out…but that just made the whole situation hotter. As Jaune pressed his cockhead firmly inside her, she eeped and tensed…and timidly met his burning eyes. “Haah…what…?” she asked, when she noticed he’d gone still. Jaune was just making sure he was secure inside her, finding his angle. A moment later, Nora’s eyes flew back in her head as he rocked forwards, lifted his hips, and brought them down in a thrashing assault on Nora’s asscheeks. She howled in bliss as Jaune’s fuckpillar vanished and appeared, vanished and appeared, flopping and clopping in and out of her sensitive cunt at a bitch-obliterating pace! CLAP CLAP SCHLOP CLOP SCHLORK--! Her pussylips clung to his cock, tugged rapidly in and out by his wall-stretching girth while her asscheeks bobbled sweatily around. Her tits leapt up to her chin as she wailed for mercy, only for her mouth to be covered by Jaune’s chest as he buried her beneath his mass. The muscular stud pumped her cunt like she belonged to him, stirring up her insides with his giant pussy-buster until she couldn’t even think straight. Tears trickled down her crimson cheeks, weeping in the depths of pleasure, clinging to Jaune’s shoulders as he launched a machine-like assault on her poor, unprotected pussy. She’d never taken anything so big before; he was stretching her out so that no other man would ever be able to pleasure her. As her bliss climbed and climbed, her cries grew shakier and more hoarse. Her body simply couldn’t contain the voluminous ecstasy Jaune seemed intent on filling her up with: she came first, her thighs rippling as she lifted her hips up higher and squirted like a broken faucet, spraying her own goofy, ahegao-ing face with clear juices as Jaune kept on thunder-pumping her cunt. SCHLAP, SCHLAP, SCHLAP, CLAP! He ruined her with brutal intent, slamming his fist-sized nuts into her asscheeks with every thrust – and when Nora laid a hand on her belly, she felt the hot cockbulge lurching up and down, up and down, punching so hard and deep that, right now, her womb was probably located somewhere behind her tits. “N-Nooo!” Nora crooned as she hit a second orgasm. She was totally losing control, sinking deeper into a mire of bliss from which there was no escape. Her face painted bright red, her tongue flapping around outside her mouth, she became nothing more than a toy for Jaune’s pleasure: he hammered her without mercy or remorse, taking out his pent-up frustrations on her poor pussy, anger energising him long past the point any other man would have grown exhausted. “Hngh-ghuh-ghuh-huaah!” Her asscheeks rippling, tits bouncing, belly bulging… Nora’s vision blurred. There was no use in fighting it: this pleasure was all-consuming, and she wanted it to consume her, so why resist at all? She groaned into Jaune’s chest, then bit his collarbone gently, grasping her own ankles next to her ears so he could squeeze her tits as he fucked her. Yesss… This was what she needed, what she’d longed for without knowing it – to be treated like a squishy onahole, to be fucked and discarded by a superior male, who only cared about blasting a load into her slutty, cock-pleasing hole… What could be more depraved than that? “Fuck,” Jaune growled as he got close to orgasm, closing his eyes and clenching his jaw, resisting the urge to blast her womb straight away. He still needed to punish Nora some more, and he knew exactly how he was going to do it. He rolled her over, manoevring her on his cock without pulling out, until she was on all fours and he was leaning over her bubblebutt. He swatted her rump hard, and as it wobbled juicily from side to side, he started to thrust again – harder than ever, clobbering her cervix with his meaty fuckhammer until her eyes rolled all the way back into her head, rocking her back and forth on her hands and knees while her huge tits swung between her biceps! “J-Jaune--!” Nora wheezed, too startled to say anything else. “Jaune!” She clenched her teeth as she came again, squirting her slippery fem-load down Jaune’s thighs while her sweat-shining ass continued to ripple and clap against his hips. This wasn’t sex – it was a red-hot breeding session, and Nora wanted nothing more than to feel Jaune’s virile fuckslop cascading off the walls of her womb! She got her wish a moment later, as Jaune grasped her waist and pulled her towards him, lifting her onto her knees and hooking an arm around her neck, holding her back against his powerful body as he erupted a giant, surging load. Nora gurgled as her womb filled up, her eyes narrowing and glistening with tears. Jaune guided her right hand to her belly, and she felt her own stomach swelling around his gooey shots of jizz, one after another, straining her inner walls until she felt like she’d burst! He caught her ginger hair between his teeth and tugged, laying claim to her body in a primal, savage manner, making her understand how things had changed between them. At last, he leaned forwards, pressing her slowly under him until he was lying flat on her body. He didn’t pull out, but rested inside her, occasionally stirring his hips. Nora, meanwhile, was squished into the bedsheets, forced to breathe through the blanket’s material, groaning in sweet bliss as she felt Jaune’s cock softening in her cunt. She’d never felt so satisfied, so happy. How would she explain this to Ren…?
Title: [RWBY] NoraJaune - The Boiling Point Chapter title: Yangs-Revenge-Bang Story Description: Nora's been teasing Jaune ever since they arrived at Beacon. Now, pent up and horny beyond description, he's decided to make her pay for it. If you enjoy my work, consider donating to my patreon. Patrons get early access to builds of my H-game, which you can download here! Anime & Manga: RWBY Story Content: Yang’s shoes stomped a furious beat down the corridor, her arms swinging by her sides and violet eyes glowering straight ahead. The bombshell blonde walked with violent purpose, and none dared get in her way; she didn’t even see her fellow students shrinking out of her path, so angry was she that the entire world became a blind spot. The men’s locker room evacuated before she even got there; young men scrambled over themselves in an attempt to flee from her path. She walked through a sea of scampering bodies, unphased by the natural disaster-like impact of her march – and only when she stepped through the door did she come to a halt, her massive cleavage heaving imposingly with each deep breath. “Jaune,” she said sternly, scanning the corners with her eyes. “I know you’re in here. Come and face me, you coward.” Jaune stepped out of the showers with a towel wrapped around his body and a grimace on his face. “Oh, hey, Yang,” he greeted her uneasily. “What’s wrong--?” “Don’t you ask me what’s wrong,” Yang snapped, and strode toward him until her chest nearly touched his. “I know what you’ve been doing to my little sister. You really thought I wouldn’t catch on?” She stabbed two fingers against his chest, making him teeter back slightly. “You’ve defiled Ruby’s honour, and it’s my job to defend it. I hope you’re ready for a fight, Mr—” As Yang spoke, she planted her feet firmer – to emphasize just how she felt about the man who’d repeatedly done less-and-wholesome things to her little sister – but instead of achieving that goal, she stepped on a bar of soap. Her sentence trailed off in a squeak as she toppled forwards, landing painfully on her hands and knees, the impact causing her tits to jiggle briefly inside her shirt. She raised her head, cheeks burning hot with embarrassment…and then her eyes went wide, as Jaune’s towel dropped before her. His muscular body was exposed in a single sweep of material, wet and shiny from his shower – but more importantly, his giant, sister-fucking cock was exposed in all its majestic terror. His prick was laced with veins thicker than her fingers, and as his shaft swelled before her eyes, he wrapped a fist around the base and bounced it, thwapping Yang’s cheeks one by one, letting her feel the raw weight of his monstercock batting against her flesh. She gave a horrified little moan as the stud showed off his studliness, obviously aching for release, as fat globs of seed welled out of his tip and dripped onto Yang’s face and shoulders. She wasn’t quite sure how to recover from this; she was receiving a powerful, olfactory injection of musk, which seemed to fill her lungs like heat in a furnace and course all the way out to the tips of her fingers and toes. She could feel her nipples stiffening in her shirt, her panties getting wet just from the stench of Jaune’s monsterdick – and the blond stud was all too aware of the effect his dick had on women. He grasped her chin and led his cockhead to her nose, pressing it tightly against her nostrils and squishing her shnozz like a pancake, forcing her to suck his scent directly from the source. “This is such a pain,” Jaune sighed, his face glowing a bright shade of red as he gazed down at Yang. “I was saving up a load for Ruby tonight, but you did challenge me to a fight…” “W-Wait,” Yang said, her voice hoarse and frantic in account of the slimy precum oozing into her nostrils and down her windpipe. She tugged away, gagging and coughing, her eyes blurred totally out of focus – and in that moment, Jaune took advantage of her weakness. He pushed a hand through her beautiful, golden hair – her precious blonde locks, which no one was allowed to touch – and seized her skull tightly, pulling her forwards and down while thrusting his oversized schlong into the back of her mouth! She spluttered on cock, her cheeks bulging around his incredible girth, eyes pitching up towards his while he started to floss her maw with his fuckrod. In a matter of seconds, Yang had gone from furiously squaring off with Jaune, to gagging and groaning around his cock – the same brutally huge, unbearably strong-smelling rod he mashed into Ruby’s womb every single night. She winced and laid her hands on his thighs, staring at the vast amount of cock still outside of her, grunting and coughing, spitting lines of drool down that throbbing monstrosity as Jaune jerked off using her face. He punched her pharynx against his cockhead again and again, drawing out increasingly soggy and distressed glugs and glurks, making her eyes run with tears and her shirt darken with spat-up throatslop, making her tits bounce around in her shirt under the sheer power of his collisions. Hurk GLURK lurk gluk gluk GLUKKH~! Yang’s soft lips tugged in and out of her gaping mouth, her tongue forced to roll all the way out and ripple against his shaft as his monstrosity simply dominated all the space inside her maw. Jaune tightened his grip on her hair, using his free hand to push her blonde locks back in a ponytail as he prepared for the next stage. “Fuck, your mouth’s so hot,” Jaune breathed – and then thrust so hard against her sloppy, slippery, cock-massaging maw that her throat stretched around his girth, her neck widened considerably, and his cockhead slid down behind her collarbone! GLURRRK! A tide of bubbly drool exploded from her nostrils across the base of his cock, her jaw cranked open to its limit while her eyes flew up and back in their tear-streaking sockets. Jaune ignored Yang’s turmoil and proceeded to facefuck her like his life depended on it, swinging his balls closer to her chin and swollen neck with each furious thrust, treating her face like a dicksleeve that wouldn’t break no matter how hard he bashed and thrashed it up and down his cock. Her throat felt wonderful, wrapped further around his length with each thrust, clenching and rippling and glulk-ing around his meat while he moaned and hissed in pleasure. He knew, then, that he’d never feel satisfied until he’d buried every last inch down her gullet and filled her stomach with a monster load – so he set about doing just that. “Hlllghkk—” Yang groaned in pathetic protest, but even she couldn’t deny just how good this felt. She’d never been dominated like this before, forced to her knees and made to gag on a world-beating cock like a dumb, fuck-addled gutter slut, and with each gooey, obscene sound produced by her throat, she found herself rubbing her pussy through the fabric of her shorts, grinding her sensitive womanhood with three fingers until the material covering it was totally drenched. “Hrrgg-guk-guk-guk--!” Jaune didn’t pause even for one second. His fists squeezed her forbidden hair savagely, making her eyes turn from violet to crimson and back again each time his cockhead lurched down somewhere behind her swinging, bounding mega-milkers. He was shaking her breasts so hard they were starting to escape their confines, her pink areolas showing above the collar of her shirt, her massive sweat- and cream-glazed udders jello-jiggling each time Jaune’s shaft punched down her gullet. Yang looked like a true slut now, speared on a towering stud’s massive dong while he squeezed her hair and strained her jaw. At long last, with an extra-powerful thrust, Jaune rammed the last few inches of his cock down her resisting throat and spanked her chin with his nuts, splattering slime in every direction. Yang was helpless to stop him; her arms dangled beneath her by this point, swinging back and forth as he rammed her throat without mercy or pause, playing her gullet like the world’s lewdest musical instrument. At last, her swollen udders flopped from their restraints, revealing themselves in all their plump, gropeable glory as they swung in time with his thrusts. Jaune closed his eyes and clenched his teeth; he was burning up inside, and the only way to relieve his tension was to dump a massive load down this stuck-up blonde bitch’s throat! So that was exactly what he did. As the pressure reached a boil, Jaune leaned over Yang and RAMMED her face with renewed vigour, clapping his brute-cock down her gullet again and again without a single thought for her wellbeing. She groaned pitifully around his shaft, helpless to stop him using her as his personal onahole, only able to spit up more gooey, transparent slime as he poured precum into her belly. His balls tightened – and a moment later, the blond stud gave a cry of utter bliss as he bottomed out in her maw (pressing her face under his pelvis) and let loose his vicious, surging salvoes of cream! His load slashed audibly into Yang’s stomach, blast-pumping her to the brink with a heated deluge of babybatter. Yang went cross-eyed in shock and bliss, clamping a hand over her toned belly inside her shirt. This sensation was unlike anything she’d experienced before. It was depraved, and painful, and utterly humiliating, but she wanted more of it; she wanted to be Jaune’s cum balloon every day from now on. Thoughts of protectiveness toward her younger sister were turning into jealousy, and with each fresh surge of semen into her gut, Yang wondered if she might take Ruby’s place as Jaune’s favoured slut. For her part, she kept herself plastered to his hilt as he fired ungodly volumes of seed into her, flooding not only her stomach, but her intestines too. By the time he relaxed inside her and started to pull out, Yang felt his heat throughout her insides, warming her like a stiff drink – but more than that, filling her with a lazy, gooey, perfect feeling of bliss. She watched through veils of tears as Jaune’s veiny cock untrapped itself from her gullet, every beautiful inch coated in lubricating slime. She waited patiently until his cockhead emerged, and then licked around her mouth with lavish rolls of her tongue. Yang’s face was bright red, her lips quirking into a crooked grin as she peered up at Jaune. “Hullgh…pretty intense, man…” She looked down at her bare, slime-soaked tits…her right hand still rubbing her pussy. A moment later, her eyes bulged, and she pitched forwards onto her hands and knees as a dense surge of cum erupted from her mouth and nostrils. “Hurrgk!” She puked slime for a long time, coughing and spitting up Jaune’s splooge while he walked around her and dropped his cock on her back. She looked back over a shoulder, blinking rapidly as he sawed his still-hard fuckpillar back and forth. “Y-You’re kidding.” “No joke,” said Jaune, and unbuckled Yang’s belt. The next she knew, her shorts were sliding around her thick asscheeks, and Jaune was pressing his cockhead against her tight, pink pussy. He didn’t even wait for Yang to adjust, or ready herself for what came next; she was already wetter than any woman he’d ever been with, so soaking wet that a web of slick nectar quivered between her clenching thighs. Jaune leaned over her, smacked her right asscheek once – just to see it wobble – and then shoved himself inside without another second’s hesitation. Yang cried out as her pussy stretched around his monstercock, her tongue flopping out of her open mouth, panting noisily in pleasure and pain. Another rough thrust, and Yang’s belly bulged around his oversized dick, her tits leaping once. She crooned for his dick, shoving her ass up toward him, huffing and puffing in desperation. Jaune was all too happy to give the little slut what she wanted, so he pitched forwards, hooked a muscular arm across her throat, and growled into her ear, “Get ready.” Almost as soon as he’d said that, Jaune began to THRASH his hips up and down, driving massive quanitities of bitch-busting cock in and out of her sloppy, slippery, dick-craving pussy with each savage thrust. SCHLOP, CLOP, CLOP, CLOP, POP~! Yang squealed as her lover’s plunging pillar drove her to the brink, and then right over it; her mind almost shattered under the force of a consciousness-collapsing orgasm, causing all her muscles to clench as waves of pure bliss rippled throughout her body and soul. Her cunt clenched in and out, jerking his dick inside her, while spittle flew from her lips in maddened cries for more – harder, faster, rougher, no mercy! Jaune squeezed her neck tighter, narrowing her stream of oxygen, making her eyes roll back as her head grew foggy. The constant hammering of Jaune’s hips against her asscheeks, his cock ramming her cunt all the way to the back of her womb…it was too pleasurable to be real, right? She had to be dreaming – except no dream felt this good. She bit her bottom lip and crooned as another orgasm rocked through her, making her entire body tremble while drool ran down her chin. “Hrrrnnn…” Jaune kept speeding up. Cumming down her throat hadn’t slowed him down at all; he pounded Yang as she rocked on all fours, her tits slapping and clapping together noisily while drool dripped from her chin. He slapped her ass again, enjoying her blissful shudders as her pussy simply surrendered to the might of his cock, feeling pleasure beyond pleasure each time she was stretched out by his enormity. Jaune released her neck, letting her breathe while he planted his palms on the floor, sucked a deep breath, and poured all his energy into the final stretch – THRASHING her cunt with his colossal, clobbering cock, milking perverted, gooey squirts out of the ultra-busty blonde while her tits squished against the floor and pancaked outwards. Her belly lurched in and out, bulging and thumping and clenching tight, her abs rippling as they tried to resist the incredible stretching. It was hopeless: at last, Jaune bottomed out and hit a second orgasm inside her, cumming so hard that her belly started to bloat immediately, pouting outwards despite her rock-hard abs, while she squealed in total ecstasy. Jaune held himself balls-deep in Yang’s red-hot pussy for a long time, panting for air while sprawled over her back. When he finally built up the energy to pull back he did so with a long, lewd series of squelches, drawing his monstercock out of her tight-gripping cunt inch by inch. While he was doing so, he was shocked to hear the door open. “What’s that racket--?” asked Blake, just before her yellow eyes fell on the lovers twitching in the afterglow of their intense fuckfest. Yang moaned shakily when she saw the faunus girl, and raised her slurred voice. “W-Wait, I can explain!” Yang cried, but Blake was already backing out of the room, eyes wide with shock. Jaune grinned as the door swung shut again, and spanked Yang’s ass so hard she yelped in pain. “Feel free to ‘challenge’ me again,” he told the cum-bloated blonde lying in a puddle of semen. “You can come at me anytime; I’ll be waiting.”
Title: [RWBY] Ruby Got Moves Chapter title: Smooth Story Description: Tutored via a hidden earpiece, Ruby tries to seduce Jaune. It goes better than expected. - Champion of Venus, my lewd visual novel, is out now on Steam and Itch.io! Join Rayne for an adventure packed with the kinkiest scenes you've ever seen in a video game. Anime & Manga: RWBY Story Content: “Yup, that’s one cool bedroom,” Jaune said uncertainly frowning at his surroundings before turning back to Ruby and raising an eyebrow. “So…what did you want to show me?” Ruby stood frozen solid, her fists clenched by her sides and her chest heaving sharply in her top. A hot, red blush had appeared on her cheeks since the last time Jaune had looked at her. “Ruby?” he asked, his scowl deepening. “Hey, Ruby, what’s—” On the rooftop opposite, there was a soft hiss of annoyance. “She’s going off-script,” Penny said. “What should we do?” Pyrrha sighed and shook her head, then brought the radio to her lips and thumbed the button. Ruby twitched as she heard the redhead speak in her ear: “Calm down, Ruby! Just follow my instructions. Now…slowly guide him to the bed.” Ruby twitched, then looked at Jaune fixedly. Her sudden snap to attention made him falter. “Hey,” he said. “You’re looking at me kinda—gah!” He cried out as Ruby shoved him backwards with both hands. He flopped down on the edge of bed behind him, sitting heavily and letting out a shocked breath. “Not like—” Pyrrha said, exasperated, before gathering her breath. “Okay, now saunter toward him and say something sexy.” Ruby took a deep breath. She stepped toward Jaune, looming over him as he peered at her in confusion. She laid her hands gently on his shoulders, bit her lip nervously, and then blurted: “What’s cookin’, good lookin’?” Jaune hesitated for a long moment before saying, “Huh?” On the rooftop overlooking the dorm window, Penny growled, “Give me that!” She snatched the radio out of Pyrrha’s hands. “Shove your ass in his face, Ruby!” Ruby’s eyes widened. “Are you sure?” “Who are you talking to?” Jaune asked, then grunted as Ruby swivelled, grasped her thighs, and shoved her thick, pillowy rump backwards – eclipsing his vision as she smushed her cheeks across his face, all the way back to his ears! Jaune gave a low, muffled groan into Ruby’s asscheeks as she gyrated her hips, rocking her rump in slow, grinding circles across Jaune’s features. He gingerly touched her thighs as she suppressed his every protest, sweat starting to appear across her face as she looked, wild-eyed, out the window – waiting for further instruction. “Okay, disaster averted,” Penny said, passing the radio back to Pyrrha. “Uh… Good job, Ruby,” Pyrrha said, looking uncertain. “Now…lay off a little bit. Slowly pull your skirt down.” Ruby let herself lean slightly forwards, removing her dense asscheeks from over Jaune’s face and letting him breathe. As he stared in baffled amazement, Ruby hooked her thumbs inside her skirt and slipped it slowly down, exposing her deliciously full rump in all its glory. The smooth slopes of her asscheeks were revealed to Jaune, and once she stepped out of her skirt and planted her feet firmly, she began to rock her rump from side to side, teasing him with its jiggly plumpness. She ran a hand down the flank of her right asscheek, then slapped it lightly with an open palm. Plap! Her whole ass wobbled from that tiny little clap, making Jaune gulp and squirm where he sat. The front of his pants were tenting out massively, a sure sign of how that booty made him feel. “This,” Ruby said in a husky voice, “is what I really wanted to show you…” Jaune bit his bottom lip and scrunched his fingers into the bedsheets, sitting straight-backed and nervous as Ruby started to bounce her hips up and down – making her asscheeks wobble and beat lightly together. Clap, clap, clap! Each sound her delicious ass made, caused Ruby to blush even redder and clench her teeth tighter, her nervousness evident to those watching through the window but not to Jaune. He was struggling to believe the Ruby he knew could be so confident as to corner him and give him a lap-dance! She lowered her hips until her fat ass squished out across his knees, then pushed slowly backwards, running her cheeks up his lap until they buried his fat, throbbing bulge beneath them. She eeped, feeling his tent grinding directly against her groin, nuzzling her pussy through the fabric of his pants and her panties. Gnawing her lip, she pushed a hand through her hair and looked back over a shoulder. “You’re…getting excited, huh…?” Out the window and across the way, Penny and Pyrrha watched enthusiastically. “She’s really doing it,” Penny murmured. “That’s our girl,” Pyrrha said with a firm nod. “Now…” She raised the radio. “Pick it up a notch!” Ruby swallowed, her slender neck bumping slightly, then then lifted her ass off of his crotch – instead pushing it up Jaune’s stomach, his chest…until her ass once again captured his face in its warm squish. This time, though, her panties ran against Jaune’s face, the only thing separating his mouth from her increasingly needy pussylips. She ran her hips in slow circles over Jaune’s face while he groaned under her assault; pushing him further and further back, until he was forced to lie down under her weight. Ruby mounted the bed, squat-sitting on the blond stud’s face while staring at the monstrous bulge in his pants. She licked her lips slowly. “Okay, maybe not that much,” Pyrrha said. “Dial it back, take it slow—Hey, Ruby…?” She watched in disbelief as Ruby unbuttoned Jaune’s pants and reached inside. “Ooh,” said Penny, leaning on the rail with her elbows. “She’s going in deep.” As the two girls watched, Ruby fished Jaune’s monsterdong out from his pants – squeezing his enormous, wrist-thick shaft in both hands and stroking it up and down. She was breathing heavily, jerking her hips back and forth over Jaune’s face while he writhed beneath her. Pyrrha, gripping the rail, was growing increasingly flustered with each passing second – jealousy starting to bloom in her eyes as Ruby guided that broad, gleaming red cockhead toward her lips, opening wide. “A-Abort mission!” Pyrrha blurted. “You’re in too deep, Ruby! Abort--!” “Glllmph…” Ruby’s eyes rolled back slightly as she filled her mouth with Jaune’s cock, bulging out her cheeks. Jaune groaned beneath her as she started to bob her head, pumping his dick in both hands and slurping noisily on its head at the same time. He couldn’t believe this was happening to him, buried under her massive shelves of rump, wearing her ass like earmuffs as she gobbled his cock down. She stuffed more into her mouth with every bob, forcing it down her gullet, bulging her neck… Ruby ignored the cries in her ear, instead grasping Jaune’s cock near the hilt, stretching her jaw as far as it could yawn…and ramming herself down. “Glauhk!” Her neck bulged out obscenely as half of Jaune’s dick vanished down her throat, splattering spittle all over the place. Electrified with horny excitement, she stampeded her face up and down Jaune’s cock, again and again, brutalising him with rough throat-jerks. Jaune couldn’t hope to stand up against Ruby’s assault; he dug his hands into her waist and gave off muffled shouts as she punished him without mercy. Gluck, gluck, glurk, glurk, gluck! Spittle rained across his thighs as his dick throbbed violently, spurting wads of precum across the walls of her throat, which rippled and wrung his member with each violent pump. She picked up speed, pushing him closer and closer to the edge, overwhelming his body and mind with her pleasure---! As Pyrrha pleaded with Ruby, she watched Jaune reached up and wrap his hands in her hair. Before Ruby could register what was happening, he clamped down and slammed her face down his cock – all the way to the hilt! Her throat was stretched wide open, all the way to her belly, as he flattened her lips across his pelvis and unleashed a load into her stomach! He pushed his hips up as he spunkblasted her, flooding her guts with dense washes of semen, one after another, until her poor tummy swelled outwards and her eyes lolled all the way back in their sockets. She juddered and twitched around Jaune’s cock, her tongue forced out of her mouth to drool in the crook between her chin and Jaune’s pelvis. Glauhhh… Jaune twitched and trembled for a long time, holding Ruby down on the base of his cock while her ass pinned him to the bed – until at last, their trembling ceased, and he yanked her up and off his monsterdick with a soggy schgluark! Cum trailed from her lips in dense, viscous ropes as she rested her head on his thigh, gurgling and staring at nothing. Pyrrha gave a long sigh and sank back from the balcony, dismay in her eyes. Penny watched her curiously, hands parked jauntily on her hips, green eyes narrowing as the high-achiever moped and sulked. “Aww, did you suddenly realise something?” Penny asked, taking slow steps toward Pyrrha. As Pyrrha stared, Penny raised a hand and curled her fingers – all but her index and middle finger, which pressed together and pointed straight at Pyrrha. A sudden whirring sound pierced the air, and Penny’s fingers blurred – vibrating at a high frequency as her expression became darker and naughtier. “I could help you with that.~” As Ruby rested on top of Jaune, she thought she heard a pleasured squealing from outside the window, but she was too exhausted to investigate.
Title: [RWBY] Salem's Satisfaction Chapter title: The-Silent-Pervert Story Description: When Salem catches Neo watching her, uh, 'enjoy herself', she decides to teach the mute cutie a lesson. - Champion of Venus, my lewd visual novel, is out now on Steam and Itch.io! Join Rayne for an adventure packed with the kinkiest scenes you've ever seen in a video game. Anime & Manga: RWBYxSp Story Content: “Ungh, ungh, ungh, ungh!” The deep, guttural grunting noises were interspersed with harsh, meaty THWAPs and CLOPs that rang through the twisted corridors of the sinister ship, alerting anyone who might be walking nearby. Most of the witch’s servants knew to veer clear when they heard the sounds of perversion nearby, but one of those servants was less shy. Neopolitan hummed when she heard it, and paused to adjust her sleeves as Cinder marched on, still barking orders at her, not realising she was lagging behind. Once she was alone, Neo turned down a separate corridor and headed toward the noise, her umbrella resting against her right shoulder as she strolled with depraved intent toward the source of those soggy sounds. Soon enough, Neo was close enough to hear the moans mixed in with the harsh noises of flesh beating flesh. The evil witch’s wanton cries of delight was music to the short girl’s ears, making a wicked grin tug at her lips, while her heterochromic eyes narrowed slightly. She’d heard tales of Salem’s legendary lust, and had been waiting for an opportunity to observe for herself. She didn’t even try to disguise her footfalls, knowing the noises Salem was making were so loud that she couldn’t hope to hear the approach of one lone girl. Finally, she came to a fleshy archway before an expansive chamber. She put her back to the ridge, lips pursing as she peered around the corner… …And feasted her eyes. SCHLOP, CLOP, CLOP, CLOP, CLOP! In the centre of the room, surrounded by the angry dark masses of Grimm, Salem had positioned herself on all fours – on her palms and the balls of her feet, her massive grey ass thrust so high in the air that her legs were almost straight, the definition of muscle in her calves and thighs clearly visible. She was completely naked, sweat trickling down her fat udders as they swung back and forth, back and forth under the shunting, surging impacts of her ‘lover’ – who in this instance was a towering Beowulf with a giant, knotted cock. That broad, red knot bashed against Salem’s pussylips again and again, each time causing juices to splatter and rope down her thighs as she huffed, grunted, and braced herself for more punishment. SLAP, SLAP, SLAP, SLAP, SLAP~! The sounds that burst from their mating were powerful enough to make Neo shudder and bite her bottom lip. How delicious! How depraved! She found herself slipping her umbrella’s handle between her legs, pressing the curved wooden end against her groin… A soft squeak of pleasure burst from Neo’s lips as she started to grind down on her pussy, her pink-and-brown eyes blurring a little…but immediately refocusing on Salem. She didn’t want to miss a single moment of this. Every detail must be committed to memory, for later…enjoyment. By now, Cinder had probably noticed Neo was no longer with her, but Neo didn’t really care. She’d weather her ‘boss’s insults with a smile on her face later on; for now, she was admiring art. Salem lifted her ass toward the Beowulf’s thrusts, grinding her teeth as sweat dripped from her swinging tits and trembling knees. “Ungh, ungh, ungh!” Deep grunts grated up from her strained lungs while her slim belly bulged around that driving pillar of red meat, her teeth trembling together, her shoulders hunching and fingers squirming against the floor. “Fuck! I made you…so big, and yet…it’s still hopeless!” Hopeless…? Neo squinted and tilted her head, pausing her umbrella-grinding for a moment. Salem looked…angry, glowering back over her shoulder at the thrusting Grimm even as he reshaped her pussy like no human cock ever could. His hands were planted on the floor beside her own as he surged back and forth over her, huffing and panting, giving sharp barks each time bliss flowed through him like electricity. The Grimm was clearly having the time of his life, but Salem wasn’t impressed. Even as her asscheeks jiggled and leapt, her soggy tits slapped brutally together, and her eyes strained from the sensation of so much red-hot dick punching her insides, she managed to look…disappointed, frustrated. She wanted more, and the desire shook every atom in her body. Spurred by an unheard command, the Beowulf lurched forwards and mashed his knot with all the force he could muster against Salem’s needy cunt! She hissed as he stretched her even wider than before, making her inner walls strain and gape to accept that obscene, near grapefruit-sized mega-knot! Once her pussy had stretched around its widest point, it jerked forward and speared her completely, vanishing into her with a resounding SCHLOP! That, at last, got a soft wail of pleasure out of Salem – but it was only moments later that the Grimm lost control. With a howl, he erupted inside her, blasting her womb with an ungodly tide of spunk. Her belly filled rapidly, swelling out beneath her, squelching and gurgling and churning with enough seed to burst several balloons! Neo watched in parted-lip interest as Salem twitched and arched under the Grimm’s orgasmic jerks, nearly flattened beneath him…but at last, when his load died down and her belly looked pregnant with triplets, she gave a furious snarl and snapped her fingers. Immediately, the Grimm – and lal those around her – vanished into mist, collapsing in on themselves and becoming pools of shadow on the floor. That shadow melted away into the corners of the room, leaving Salem alone on the floor with cream oozing from her pussy. …And Neo watched as the Grimm Queen picked herself up, grumbling angrily. “…Damn things can’t pleasure me anymore…” She laid both hands on her bloated belly and wove magic that made her midriff sink inwards, absorbing all that cream for some unknown purpose. Once the last droplets of jizz fell from her pussy – which by now had healed to a virgin-like tightness – she stretched her body and groaned. She was still glossy with sweat, still panting from exertion, making Neo’s heart hammer in her chest. Neo realised that now would be the time to make her exit, while Salem was still weary. She turned and walked away at a quick pace, swinging her umbrella in one fist, turning the next corner— --and walking face-first into a gigantic pair of hot, pillowy, sweat-coated tits. Neo yelped and jerked back, looking up into Salem’s ferocious crimson eyes. She swivelled, but the witch grabbed her collar and jerked her back before she could run. “What do you think you’re doing?” Salem growled as Neo’s head once again pressed between her tits, this time facing away from her. “Spying on me, is that it? Well, I hope you’ve seen all you wanted to…” Neo tensed, but then she settled into Salem’s warmth. She could see both of those stiff nipples, the sweaty curves of those monstrous tits wrapped around her head… She could feel Salem’s belly against her back, her thighs against her ass… If the witch insisted on holding her in such a tight grip, then who was Neo to resist? She turned her head and peered up at Salem over her shoulder, batting her eyelids innocently. “I forgot you can’t speak,” Salem growled. An arm came around Neo’s waist, and Salem clutched the mute girl’s jaw in a hand – so tightly it hurt. “Curious. You aren’t afraid of me. What’s your game?” Neo raised an eyebrow…and then reached back, twisting her arm awkwardly, so she could grab a big handful of Salem’s ass. The witch gasped and pushed her away in a thoroughly un-mistress-like gesture, flustered and angry…but as Neo staggered for balance, Salem’s eyes changed, looking on the girl with a new light. “Hm. You don’t look like much, but perhaps you could be a worthy distraction. Of course…if you fail to pleasure me, there will be consequences.” Finally, Neo turned to face Salem, eyes wide with curiosity. When she realised the witch was serious, she smirked and set her hands on her hips, cocking one out in a jaunty gesture. You think I can’t do it? Wait and see. Salem frowned, angered by Neo’s teasing confidence, but she said nothing more; instead striding past Neo and grasping her wrist, tugging her back toward the breeding chamber. Neo followed along at a half-skip, half-stumble, her eyes never leaving Salem’s obscene curves…her swaying flanks…the shifting, swinging backboob that jiggled with each step that plapped along the strange, resin-like floor… Once they reached the wider chamber, Salem twisted – and threw Neo to the floor. Before Neo could right herself, a shadow fell over her face, eclipsing her vision with the sight of Salem’s huge, round asscheeks hovering over her. The Grimm Queen peered down with evil eyes and a crooked grin, hands sliding along her thighs as she lowered herself slowly into a squat. “This will be your first task,” she purred, and brought her hands to her dense, meaty asscheeks…before prying them apart, and exposing her tight, hairless little asshole to Neo. “Since you can’t worship me with your voice, I’ll put your tongue to a better use.” As Salem lowered her ass further, and cut off eye-contact between them, Neo smirked wider – a jagged shark-grin, exhilarated. She was getting exactly what she’d dreamed of ever since meeting Salem for the first time. As those thick, grey flanks came down over and around her face, she sank her hands into Salem’s asscheeks, burying her fingers almost to the knuckles in smooth, delicious ass-plumpness while her mouth opened, her tongue extended…and she mmphed into the depths of Salem’s rump! A moment later, as flesh sealed around her face all the way to her ears, Neo’s lips met Salem’s asshole – and she immediately began to slurp, and slap her tongue at the evil witch’s twitching rim! Schlrrrp! The mute girl attacked Salem’s pucker mercilessly, driving her tongue at her rear entrance while sucking hungrily on it. Neo spread her legs wide, knees in the air, as she massaged Salem’s ass around her face and ate out her hole with limitless eagerness, sucking and slurping and tongue-lashing! “Hunngh…” Salem sat back on Neo’s face, hands on her thighs, and bit her plump lower lip as the slutty shortie started to tongue her asshole. “Energetic little thing, aren’t you?” Neo murmured, glancing at Neo’s hands swirling deep swathes through the flesh and fat of her ass. “If I had to guess, I’d say you’ve done this before. What – does Cinder put you to use on those long, lonely nights? The little pervert…” Complacency wasn’t a term Neo understood. Once she started something – like eating out the most terrible bitch in all the world – she’d push her luck until it broke. Lifting one hand over the jiggly meat of Salem’s ass, she flattened her palm…and then brought it crashing down the witch’s ass! SCHLAP! Salem’s booty wobbled around her head, and the sinister Grimm Queen gave a girlish yelp, shocked by Neo’s gall, her insolence! She clenched her teeth and grasped Neo’s thighs. “Is that the way you want to play it?” she asked, then lurched down while lifting Neo’s lower body into the air, smushing her tits against the short girl’s belly. When Salem’s mouth opened, not one, but three tongues unfurled, each abnormally long and pulsating rhythmically. They caressed Neo’s groin through her pants, before dexterously unzipping them and pulling them, along with her panties, down to expose her slick, pink pussy. Without hesitating, Salem attacked Neo’s pretty little cunt with her long tongues, plunging them between those slick petals to pump and stroke her inner folds with deft spasms. As Salem’s lips sealed over Neo’s pussy, Neo’s eyes rolled back, and she pumped her tongue into Salem even more ferociously, 69ing with the evil world-destroyer! The sounds of soggy slurping filled the room, ringing out from the two lovers in grotesque bursts. They swayed, arched, and ground their bodies together in hungry surges of energy, each trying to force the other to orgasm first. Neo’s toes curled inside her shoes while Salem squeezed her thighs tightly, pulling them up around her head and gurgling on the mute girl’s pussy juices. Their muffled grunts and gulps grew more and more furious, until at last, they reached their climax at the exact same time – tensing, squeezing, and jerking together as they each squirted like crazy! Salem drank Neo’s juices like the cruel monster she was, while Salem’s own squirt blasted Neo’s neck and chest, soaking her shirt. They jerked, ground, and trembled together for a long time, slurping noisily, before finally breaking the vacuum-seal of their lips and letting each other free. Salem picked her ass up off of Neo slowly, long ropes of drool and slime connecting her asshole to the mute girl’s mouth, before turning and sprawling on top of her, pinning Neo under her weight. Salem’s three tongues had become one; it hung over her bottom lip as she wheezed for air, her giant, delicious tits heaving steadily in and out. Neo, for her part, licked around her mouth as though Salem’s asshole was the most delicious thing she’d ever tasted. “You…utter whore,” Salem growled, before pushing her fingers along Neo’s scalp – cruelly dragging through her two-colour hair – and securing a tight grip on her skull. With a cruel yank, she forced Neo’s face against her right udder, deep into the meat of her mammary, and held her there suffocatingly. Neo gave a muffled squeal, but with Salem’s stiff nipple grinding against her lips, what was there to do but open wide and get to work? She sealed her lips against Salem’s meaty mammary and slurped frantically, bobbing her head in the witch’s grasp, flicking and rolling her tongue all over that sensitive bud. Salem couldn’t hold in her voice; she growled as Neo sucked her nipple, and smushed her chest even harder against the naughty little mute’s face, grinding in slow circles that only encouraged Neo to slurp harder. The shortie groped Salem’s chest as she suckled, mashing those humongous, tender udders with both hands as she bobbed her head in and out, back and forth, humming to send soft vibrations through Salem’s mammary… “Hnngh…” Looking simultaneously pleasured and angered, Salem reached down between Neo’s thighs – and wove her magic. Neo tensed as, from her groin, swelled a dark mass: a fat, equine Grimm-cock that quickly attached itself to her nervous system. “If you’re so determined to play with me…then let’s do it properly,” Salem said, grasping Neo’s cock and stroking it, slowly but firmly, up and down. Neo gave a soft mewl of pleasure, arching her back and sucking harder – until Salem pulled back and broke the seal of Neo’s lips, spit splattering across the surface of her breast. Neo watched, sitting up, as Salem crawled backwards – down between her legs, pulling her thighs wide while her erect monstercock pointed straight upwards. Salem cupped it in her hand and exhaled hotly over its tip, never breaking eye contact with Neo – not even as she lowered herself and engulfed the mute’s cockhead in her mouth. Neo groaned. The sensation of Salem’s maw surrounding her crown was enough to make her eyes swim back in her head, her tongue slip from her open mouth. “Auh--…” Salem was merciless. She stuffed Neo’s cockhead into her right cheek, bulging it out, and bobbed her head slowly, oozing spit down her throbbing shaft and massaging it in with both hands. Each pulse and throb of Neo’s new Grimm-cock sent waves of bliss through the shortie’s skull, making her groan and gurgle, while the evil witch pressed her advantage. Loosening her jaw further, Salem pressed down – gullghing as Neo’s monstercock sank into the gurgling chute of her gullet, locked amidst bumpy, slippery folds that pulsed and gulped as she went slowly down Neo’s length. Inch by inch, she gobbled it up until her lips squished against Neo’s hilt, kissing her soft skin, looking up at her over the swells of the girl’s breasts. Then she pulled up again, all the way to the tip, leaving that obscene dick throbbing under a slick coat of throatslime. “It’s time to stop playing around,” Salem said – and then dived onto Neo’s cock, GLUK, GLUK, GLUK, GLUCKing on the shortie’s massive meat with all the ferocity of a machine, swallowing dick again and again without a shred of mercy, squishing and slapping her tits over Neo’s thighs while her neck bulged with massive, throbbing Grimm-cock! Neo couldn’t contain herself. She panted for air, her chest heaving in and out, her tongue hanging and her eyes crossing as Salem gave her more pleasure than she’d ever experienced. She curled her toes and clenched her fists, then grabbed big handfuls of Salem’s hair to help guide her up and down – as if the witch needed any help. Salem was already jackhammering herself up and down with more force than Neo could hope to endure for long, goading her giant, beastly cock to throb and squirt precum while her big, bloated Grimm-balls gurgled and churned around a truly immense load. Neo thrashed her body, arching her middle up and thumping down again and again, her eyelids fluttering, wild gibbering noises bursting from her lips between deep sucks of air. Her own tits leapt in her shirt, her big cleavage bouncing as she jerked and juddered under Salem’s slippery, slimy throatjob, and her face became more strained, more lewd, until at last--- “Auuuh~!” Neo came hard, bucking her hips and unleashing a thick, furious torrent of cream down Salem’s throat. She blasted the witch with litres of jizz, until Salem’s belly started to bloat once more, swelling around Neo’s load! Salem kept slurping even as Neo filled her, sealing her lips around Neo’s cock and slurping with all the pressure or a mechanical pump. She drained Neo’s dick with ferocious power, still holding eye contact with the quaking little slut, until at last, Neo’s cock stopped blasting her throat with splooge. Salem peeled her lips up and off Neo’s cock, then licked slowly around her mouth, letting Neo watch the lurid display. She swallowed one last time, then touched her belly and made it shrink down back to its usual, taut flatness. “Delicious,” she purred. “But I could use some more…a lot more, in fact.” As Neo panted, she realised her cock was swelling again, bloating back to full attention. She swallowed, then nodded at Salem, who gave a pretty chuckle. “Then let’s keep going.” - THWAP, PLAP, PLAP, PLAP, THWAP, PLAP! Neo clutched Salem’s tits in her hands as she fucked her from behind, pounding her tight pussy with furious swings of her wide hips. Now Neo was as naked as Salem, and her big, fat tits leapt with each successive strike into the witch’s soggy depths – plunging her pussy like crazy! SMACK, SMACK, SMACK! Neo’s balls clobbered Salem’s thighs again and again, flinging sweat and precum off her skin, while her hips collided with the witch’s asscheeks and made them bounce, bounce, bounce back and forth! “Hnngh~! Keep going, girl!” Salem roared as Neo pounded her with all her Aura-reinforced strength, colliding with Salem with all her might each time she surged forward, bottoming out in that tight, suckling, cock-wringing pussy so ferociously that her own eyes rolled back in their sockets from the forceful spasms of pleasure that went through her. “Ungh, unghhh!” Salem clenched her teeth and canted her head happily as she accepted Neo’s barrage of thrusts, digging her fingers against the floor and flinging her ass up higher. “Ahn~!” Neo brutalised Salem, making her own asscheeks bounce with each and every blow, surging that giant cock of hers in and out of Salem’s suckling pussy again and again! But Neo wasn’t done yet, wouldn’t settle for letting Salem control everything. Before she could cum, she tugged her cock out of the busty witch, huffing and puffing as her glistening Grimm-dick hung in the air over Salem’s thick ass. “What are you waiting for?” Salem demanded breathily, looking back with a ferocious glare. “Are you taking a break? What—NGGGH!” Salem’s eyes shot back, her tongue flinging from her open mouth as, all at once, Neo rammed her giant, girth fuckrod balls-deep into Salem’s asshole! She pressed down so hard that Salem’s knees shunted outwards, doing the splits on the floor while her bulging belly pressed against the ground. She howled as Neo started to assfuck her hard and fast in that position, making her ass ripple and her tits bob. Neo was in a deep squat, swinging her hips violently, clenching her teeth in an expression of pure strain. She was barely holding back from the edge, barely suppressing a monstrous orgasm that was guaranteed to bloat Salem’s belly like never before – that was, if it didn’t— Neo’s eyes shot up and back in their sockets, and she gave a mewling moan as she surged forward, stuck her hips to Salem’s ass, and erupted deep inside the witch’s guts. SPLRRRRRRT! She unleashed torrents of thick semen, one shot after another, dousing the evil bitch’s insides with an ungodly tide of spunk. Salem could only grunt and gurgle as she took more jizz than even she was prepared for, feeling her belly start to round out as Neo’s seed conquered the loops and bends of her intestines…filling her body up with a ridiculous volume of white baby-batter… It wasn’t long before Salem’s stomach filled, followed by her throat…and then she jerked, and semen sprayed from her open mouth and nostrils! “Blrrrbbpp!” Neo kept cumming for a long time, jerking herself against Salem with brutal bucks, gasping and moaning with her sweaty, pink-and-brown hair hanging heavily against her back. She twitched and clenched her fists tight, losing her mind to the pleasure of it all…until finally, she passed her peak, and came down the other side of her orgasm. She wheezed for air and pawed at Salem’s body, squeezing those giant tits, hooking her fingers into Salem’s mouth and tugging on her cheek, stroking her back… Salem, for her part, could do little but gargle and spit up semen, her eyes exhausted and shoulders shaking. When Neo pulled out of her, a mini-geyser of seed burst from Salem’s asshole and made another wide puddle on the floor. Neo sat on Salem’s thick ass and panted for air, watching her Grimm-cock melt away into shadows. As she perched there, recovering from their red-hot fuckfest, she reached down and spanked Salem’s ass again – THWAP! – a sign of ownership and affection. Salem flushed red and tried to snap angrily, but she was too tired even for that. Who would have thought that, after all her muscular Grimm, Salem would find a suitable partner in this tiny woman? She grumbled to herself, but said nothing more; she much preferred to bask in the afterglow of the best sex she’d ever had, and think of the consequences later.
Title: [RWBY] Sex Kittens Chapter title: Jaune-Arc-Ladies-Man Story Description: Dressed in sexy catgirl outfits (imagine Felicia from Darkstalkers), Yang and Blake prowl the nightclub...but their prey for the night may be more than they can handle. - Champion of Venus, my lewd visual novel, is out now on Steam and Itch.io! Join Rayne for an adventure packed with the kinkiest scenes you've ever seen in a video game. Anime & Manga: RWBY Story Content: The pulse of the music, the flash and sweep of the strobe lights, the gloss of sweat on the grinding bodies… There had never been a party of this scale at Beacon before, and there might never be one again — and so, to make the most of it, the dancers threw themselves into the rhythm, riding the thump and pump of music so loud it shook the floor, arching their backs and biting their lips as the thickening atmosphere grew tense and lustful. It was inevitable how this would turn out; just a matter of time until the first shirt or pair of shorts went flying… Into this den of mind-blurring excitement strode two women, Yang Xiao Long and Blake Belladonna, dressed for the occasion in skimpy little outfits designed to look like strips of cat fur. Yang wore big cat ears — Blake had no need — and long tails swished and jiggled from over the hems of their fuzzy thongs. How exactly the tails were held in place, who could say~? Nevertheless, both women wore an expression of deep, bubbling, tipsy excitement as they strutted across the stobe-lit floor, swinging their hips into each other and against the various people they passed. It was like they were turning on light switches: each moment of contact made another group of people turn and stare, in awe of the busty sluts striding through a widening gap down the centre of the warehouse, like a royal promenade forming just for the two of them. As they walked, they glanced here and there, cupping their hands over each other’s ears and muttering sultry lewdnesses — pointing out the various obscene sights that surrounded them. Toward the north wall, a catwalk and steel pole had been erected. Standing on that podium, clutching the bar and bouncing her thick ass wildly, was a sweaty and tired-looking Velvet Scarlatina – almost unrecognisable in dark eyeliner and tall heels. Her rump smacked and clapped for the viewing pleasure of the crown, and — was that a bunny buttplug Yang saw protruding from her ass? The toned, busty blondie licked her lips lasciviously and squeezed Blake’s ass, causing the Faunus girl to growl through clenched teeth and give Yang’s shifting sideboob a nudge. The smallest contact to those immense, swaying knockers got them sloshing from side to side, drawing even more eyes to the sashaying lovers. “Fuck, this is some party,” Yang said, having to lean down to Blake’s ear just to be heard. “It’s like they’re waiting for us.” “Let’s give them a night to remember,” Blake said, nodding. As if on cue, the two of them came to a halt, turning so their huge chests enveloped each other. Yang’s won the contest, outsizing Blake’s by some volume, and squished over and around the shorter, less muscular girl’s big kitty titties while their fingers twined down by their hips. Taut bellies grinding, they pressed in deep and kissed each other, tongues sliding together in front of the whole club. Men grabbed their crotches, and women straightened and stared as the two goddesses slurped on each other’s faces. Yang and Blake showed no hesitation, filling their hands with each other’s ass-meat and squeezing shamelessly, fondling one another’s taut waists and the thick, swollen flanks of their tits…all the while stirring up a mire of drool that trickled down their chins and dripped into their joint cleavage. “Yang…!” Blake cried when the blondie slipped a hand down her belly and between her thighs, fondling her pussymound through her fuzzy panties. She clenched her legs tightly together, quivering with need even as she slid a hand down Yang’s back and curled two fingers between the taller, buffer girl’s thick asscheeks. Yang gave a happy moan when Blake’s digits pressed into the rim of her asshole, stretching her even wider than the big, cat-tail buttplug already was, but the sensation only made her more ferocious: she tongued Blake’s mouth with all the hunger of an apex predator, slinging her free arm over her lover’s shoulder and slipping two fingers under her panties. Blake groaned as the busty blonde curled those digits into her needy womanhood, tormenting her body and mind with slow, swirling strokes. There was nothing she could do but pant like a wild animal in heat as Yang teased her in front of hundreds of people, making her the star of her own naughty little show. “How’s that, babe?” Yang purred, breaking their kiss so webs of drool hung between their panting lips. She pumped Blake’s pussy harder and faster, making her rise up on her tiptoes and arch her slender midriff in throes of bliss. “Everyone can hear your cute voice.~ Want them to see you cumming?” Blake clenched her teeth and tried to shake her head, but the pleasure was overwhelming. Yang drove her closer to the edge with every stroke, making her jerk and quiver – and when Yang’s free arm slipped down, and her hand wrapped around her long, black cat tail, Blake hissed a, “F-Fuck, too much!” “Ask me like a good kitten,” Yang teased. “Say, ‘Please don’t yank out my buttplug, myaster!” Blake groaned. This was so humilitating! Everyone was staring at her, and now she was expected to demean herself as a Faunus? She bit her bottom lip hard, snarled under her breath, and then blurted, “P-Please, myaster, d-don’t…hnng…” She winced, clenching tight around Yang’s fingers. “I-If you yank out my buttplug, myaster, I’ll yank out yours!” “Oh no, nya~” Yang teased her, grinding foreheads with her lover. “Sounds like mutually-assured destruction. But, since you’re about to cum anyway…” “N-Not…gonna…” Blake tensed up, then, and let out a bright, high-pitched, “Nyaaaaa~!” as she came all over Yang’s hand. Yang laughed and plunged her pussy even harder, mashing her palm against Blake’s stiff, needy clit as slick juices gushed all over her digits. Blake could do nothing but thrash in wild bliss as Yang made her cum in front of the crowd, showing off her depravity to their greedy eyes. Their tits mashed against and over each other in a delicious, squishy wrestling match as Yang forced Blake to step back…jolt by jolt…before shoving her back. Blake collapsed in a stumble, falling into the surprised arms of several club-goers. They only needed a moment to gather their wits – and then they were groping Blake, fondling her big, perky tits and thick ass as they raised her back to her feet. Blake gave off orgasm-drunk little gurgles as someone tugged down her panties. She didn’t get them back, and when they sent her forwards again with a smack to the ass, she looked around blearily, dizzy with pleasure. “Uohhh…” Yang grasped Blake by the hair and held her tight, parking her other hand on a hip as she peered around at the crowd. “These horny kittens want a master for the night,” Yang said loudly, her face red and her smile proud. “Well? Who’s it gonna be?” “Y-Yeah,” Blake murmured against Yang’s taut thigh. “Who’s…nnnh…” A figure stepped out of the crowd. Yang’s eyes narrowed, having changed from violet to red during Blake’s orgasm, and she licked her lips as she studied the newcomer’s bulge – fat and throbbing in his pants. She stepped forward, tugging Blake along with her, and dropped eagerly to her knees…and only then did she look up into her new ‘myaster’s eyes. “Hi there, you—” Yang blinked. “Jaune?” “Hey there, you two,” said Jaune Arc, resting his hands on each of their heads and scratching their scalps. “I love those outfits. You make a great catgirl, Yang.~” “Ah… Th-thanks,” Yang said, knocked a little off-balance by Jaune’s forwardness. Wasn’t this the same pushover who’d simped for Weiss during their first few weeks at the Academy? Still…his fingers felt nice in her hair, and the way he looked at her made Yang’s whole body tingle. And that bulge…! Where’d he been hiding that thing away, all these years? …Puffing herself up, Yang re-asserted her grin. “What’s that in your pants, myaster? Could it be catnip?” “Ouhh, catnip!?” Blake asked, eyes widening — and she pushed her face right up against Jaune’s monsterbulge, rubbing his leg with both hands as she opened wide, trailed out her tongue, and inhaled like the world’s most debased whore. “Hauuh… It is! Lots of tasty…catnip…” Jaune grunted, stirring in response to Blake’s grinding. “There’s plenty enough to share,” he said, and tugged off his belt. “Don’t get greedy.~” Blake gulped, then opened Jaune’s pants and tugged them down — freeing his cock all in one motion. That vast, pulsing slab of meat unfurled into the open, slinging itself over Blake’s face and the top of her head, his glans actually touching the back of her neck. She gurgled, her yellow eyes losing focus as she processed his size…his girth…the stench of his musk in her lungs, his balls on her tongue… A moment later, the Faunus was nuzzling hungrily into that stirring mass of meat, sucking an entire testicle into her mouth so her cheeks bulged outwards. “Mmnph!” “He said don’t get greedy,” Yang said, rolling her eyes…but then she saw Jaune’s cock was growing, straightening out and standing up over Blake’s head, and her eyes fixed. As Jaune curled his fingers in Yang’s hair, she almost automatically groped her own tits in her palms, squishing them into wide pancakes and rolling them slowly up and down, giving a loving paizuri to the air itself. “I always wanted pets,” Jaune said to the crowd, then grasped the two ‘kittens’ and pushed them back, peering down into their faces. “Let’s find somewhere I can lean. Then you’ll get all the catnip you want.” - With Jaune’s back to a wall, Yang and Blake squatted before him, their thick glossy asses popping out behind them as they pawed and mouthed at his ungodly-huge cock. “Auhm…” Yang groaned as she took his cockhead in her mouth, nibbling it gently while peering up at him. Blake had taken things a step further than before, stretching her cheeks around both of his enormous testicles and suckling noisily while Yang groped her tits. Both gazed up at Jaune with love and obedience, two perfect pet kittens inhaling his scent like some kind of drug. Jaune rested his head back against the wall and clenched his fists tightly, growling under his breath as he watched the two beauties at work. “Nngh… You two are intense,” he said as Yang stuffed her right cheek around his glans, bulging it out as far as she could and giving off loud, suckling squelches while Blake trembled and suckled as best she could with her face stretched around two titanic cumtanks. They were enjoying themselves in spite of the strain, rubbing their own pussies and mewling, grunting, drooling all over his package. Jaune couldn’t even hope to express the things he wanted to do to them; it would take days just to work their way down the list. For now, he was content to relax – as best he could in such a situation – and enjoy the bath of tongues and gums the girls were giving to his cock. With each passing second, they tried to engulf more. Yang pushed her huge tits up around his shaft, and Jaune clenched his teeth in amazement, seeing a large portion vanish into the cleft of her pillowy mega-tits. “Do you like them, myaster?” Yang asked him cheerfully, pumping her udders up and down, up and down. “Look! The most popular tits at Beacon are stroking your cock! How does it feel?” Jaune could barely open his mouth to speak. “Th-They’re…awesome…” he said shakily, then clenched his jaw again and groaned as Yang filled her mouth with his cockhead once again, this time bobbing her face up and down to the rhythm of his throbs. Her soft lips were surprisingly stretchy, and when she sucked hard enough, they made a tight vacuum-seal that caused her face to pout out in a lewd duckface. Her red eyes remained fixed on his, though, always watching his pleasure and striving to double it, triple it, to make him melt in the heat of his own lust! Jaune couldn’t help himself. When his arousal became too monstrous, he started to jerk his hips back and forth. Blake gurgled in surprise as his ballsack started to tug at her lips, rocking her head along with his pelvis, while Yang’s eyes narrowed to crimson slits as his cockhead punched at her tonsils. Both girls’ cheeks were bulging so obscenely, they barely even looked human anymore, but that didn’t stop them from servicing him with every ounce of their power. Yang’s hands dug into the flanks of her impressive tits, fingers sinking deep into their sweat-glossed plumpness, guiding them up and down in increasingly gooey and tight strokes. Precum oozed from her nostrils and dripped off her chin in obscene ropes, splattering in her cleavage to lube his dick even further – while she sped up her pumps bit by bit, until her boobs were flop, flop, clopping up and down Jaune’s giant cock! Just then, Yang stuck out her ass even further – and bounced it. Jaune stared as her asscheeks smacked and clapped together, his eyes wide and lips pursed in amazement. Her steady glare asked him, Is that all you’ve got? Blake’s eyes were blurry and unfocused, her brain swimming in Jaune’s musk-juices, almost completely beyond herself with pleasure – and even she started to pop her ass in sympathy with Yang, a direct challenge to Jaune’s authority. Seeing those two asses jiggling and clapping, taunting him with their shiny motions under the heavy strobe lights, Jaune gulped and squeezed his “kittens”’ hair. “Okay,” he breathed. “If you two are so tough, you’d better stop holding back. Show me what you’ve really got.~” Their eyes lit up. Blake pulled back, her lips stretching wide around one spit-shined testicle, and then the other in a double eruption of flesh and meat. Schpluah! Schpluop! Her lips wobbled free, tongue swiping wildly around her panting mouth as she straightened up beside Yang…who let her tits slide off of his meat, jiggling instead against Blake’s own rack as they each cupped his precum-soaked shaft in one hand. “Yes, myaster~!” they both said at the same time. Grinning, Yang brought Jaune’s cockhead to her mouth, and licked a slooow circle around her lips before opening wide. “Augkh!” Yang dived forwards, bulging her neck ridiculously as she swallowed half his dick in a single gulp! Her lips pressed halfway down his shaft, stretched wider than ever before, and her tongue slapped lovingly at his throbbing cum-vein. Feeling her red-hot gullet pulsing and flexing around his sensitive fuckrod, Jaune growled and clawed at the wall, but he didn’t – wouldn’t – let himself lose his composure. If he let these two kittens get away, they’d find another man just as quickly, and he’d be left on the outside. He had to savour the two of them for as long as possible…if it even was possible for a single man to handle their combined sluttiness. Yang lingered there for a long few seconds, writhing her lips and curling her tongue and flexing her throat around Jaune’s cock, before peeling back to his tip and releasing him with a wet smooch. His dick throbbed massively, and spurted a single rope of precum over Yang’s lips as if to bid her farewell. It stretched between his glans and her grinning lips as she leaned back…only for Blake to lean in and lap it up, sucking the rich cum-rope into her lips and finishing with a lick on his cockhead, hot and agile enough to make him shiver. Blake had a surprisingly long tongue; enough to cup his cockhead on its surface while tickling the tip against his underside. He groaned and pushed his hips forward, an offering to the ravenous Faunus girl…as she opened wide and swallowed her way down his dick. Yang had left a big, red ring of lipstick halfway down his dick; Blake aimed for that, and after some squirming and gurgling, managed to pass it, leaving a ring of his own an inch beyond Yang’s first marker. As she gargled around a throatful of monstercock, Jaune rubbed her big kitty ears and – was that a purr he heard? Just then, Blake rocked back, revealing that she was schlicking herself silly with one hand as she deepthroated his meat. Her lips popped off of him, and she smiled wide. “Hold on, nya,” Blake said. “You can do it~!” Yang plunged down his cock again – more violently this time, going cross-eyed and producing a soggy bluarkh!, the lewdest noise Jaune had ever heard. She kept her tits cupped in her palms as she stretched her maw and throat around Jaune’s obscene fuckpillar, neck muscles straining in the effort to envelope his meat. When locks of hair started to fall across her face, Blake held it back for her, helping her lover and rival, watching as she pushed her lips past her own marker. And so it went, the two ‘kittens’ taking turns to push their lips even further than the other, to sleeve Jaune’s monstercock even deeper in their hot, gulping, slugging throats. Jaune nearly lost his mind to the extreme stimulus, the blurk and glark of escaping air as they plunged their own gullets without mercy, the wringing sensation of sloppy chutes jerking his cock as they held themselves down, closer and closer to his hilt. He kept one eye open, interested to see who won the race – and was surprised, when Blake went down for the eighth time, to see Yang grab her hair, heave against her, and ram her face all the way down to his hilt! Spittle erupted from Blake’s lips and nostrils, and she trembled as her lips mashed against his pelvis, her tongue drooping over his pulsing balls. As she juddered and arched her body, Jaune realised Blake was cumming hard, just from swallowing his cock! His glans had to be buried in her stomach by now – in fact, it felt like it was occupying a wider space than the rest of his dick, sloshing around in all the precum he’d poured into her. Blake’s lips fluttered, and her eyes lolled back in their sockets, streaming tears as she pathetically gulped and glugged…until Yang wrenched her back, shuffled into her place, and GLURKED down his dick in her place! Yang’s lips surged all the way down his member, taking every last inch in less than second, and colliding with his pelvis in a mighty, spit-splattering impact! HBHLUARK! Her eyes instantly rolled back, glowing crimson, and she twerked her ass a few times, slap-clapping her juicy cheeks in a compulsive expression of joy and triumph as she squirted jets of girlcum all over her own feet! Jaune realised something, as he struggled to keep his head above that ocean of bliss. He realised he was completely outmatched by these two. If he didn’t do something, he’d--! And then he felt it, a ball of heat welling deep inside of him, unbearably painful and impossibly pleasurable, surging up his cock and making it fatten beyond its usual dimensions. Yang felt it, too, and she wrenched back in time for Blake to get in position. They pressed together, faces grinding side by side, mouths opening wide – as their four hands grappled his cock and jerked it, hard and fast, up and down, showing him no mercy! “Ahhn~!” Jaune arched his back, threw his hips forward, and blasted the biggest load of his life. It shot out like a fire hydrant, a single, continuous spray of jizz that lasted five whole seconds and must have exceeded ten metres in length – not that he could tell, since it all went into the girls’ mouths, through their hair, and all over their big tits! And that was just the first rope. Jaune blasted the kittens with hot jets of seed, one launching immediately after the other, making his hips jerk back with each flutter of painful pleasure that went through him. He panted for air, grasping Yang and Blake’s increasingly cum-drenched hair in his fists, miring their faces and boobs in layers of gunk until their features became invisible amidst the snowdrift. “Hnngh…hnnn! Hhuaah…” Shaking, looking up at the ceiling, Jaune oozed the last few ropes of his orgasm over his pets. When he looked down again, they looked like abominable cum monsters, their cat ears sticking up out of the drooling flow. He released their hair and shook the jizz from his hands, watching as they turned toward each other, linked hands, and opened wide. Their tongues rolled out through the mire of spunk, and they started to slurp and lick at each other, eating huge mouthfuls of cum, gulping it down with gooey glurps and wet, squeaking suckles. Jaune rested, panting, as they got themselves as clean as humanly possible – revealing their blushing faces as their tongues swept across them. By the time the two girls were done, they were panting and cum-drunk, their bellies showing an ever-so-slight pout from the sheer volume of jizz packed inside of them – like they’d just eaten one course too many at a restaurant. They rolled their hands over their cum-guts…then leaned in to suck each other’s tits, cleaning their big, soft, juicy udders up too.~ Impossibly, as he watched the obscene show, Jaune felt a stirring. He’d thought it impossible to continue after such a colossal orgasm – that he’d be wiped out for days on end – but when he looked down, he saw his dick throbbing back to full mast, standing up stiff and proud in response to Yang and Blake’s awesome sluttiness. When they saw his renewed erection, a sly smile crossed both their faces, and they gave each other another kiss – romantic and deep, tongues wrestling inside and outside their mouths – eyes peering up at him all the while. When they broke the kiss, they were both breathing heavily, nipples erect and pussies dripping. “Looks like you can match up to us,” Yang purred, rising to stand and pressing against Jaune – hiking a muscular thigh up against the side of his dick while her tits squished into his chest. “Well, myaster? Wanna punish these bad kitties?” Jaune growled and clamped a hand into Yang’s asscheek, digging his fingers deep and making her moan. “Get ready,” he said. Blake responded immediately, turning and planting her tits on the ground, going face-down, ass-up, and swaying her thick, pale rump in slow circles for him. Yang knelt beside her and, smirking, spread her lover’s asscheeks wide, revealing the glossy end of the buttplug protruding from Blake’s tight rear. She squeezed the cat tail and gave it a slow, teasing tug, making her rim deform outwards, on the very brink of releasing the toy, before pushing it back down into her. Blake whimpered all the while, shuddering and squirming on the sticky ground. “Looks like this kitty needs punishing first,” Yang said, spanking her lover’s ass and leaving a big hand-print on her skin. “Better get to work, nyaa~” Jaune didn’t even hesitate. The two girls had awakened something within him that he hadn’t even known existed, and before Yang could react, he stepped up, clasped Blake’s thick asscheeks in his hands, and thrust into her with a resounding squelch! Her pussy was instantly stretched several times beyond its normal size, and her yellow eyes jolted back in a maddened ahegao, a wail of pleasure bursting from her lips! Yang was shocked to see Blake’s belly bulge around Jaune’s monstercock, then lurch back and forth in an intense, wall-stretching dance as he thunder-fucked her without mercy. “Ouuuugh~!” Blake screamed as she came hard, squirting all over Jaune’s huge dick as ripples spread through her asscheeks and her tits pancaked against the floor. SCHLAP, SCHLAP, SCHLAP, SCHLAP, SCHLAP! Jaune raped Blake right next to Yang, who swayed back slightly in awe of what she was seeing. The intense shockwaves travelling through Blake’s ass, the way her face contorted in absolute pleasure… It was all too much for the busty blonde, who bit the tip of a thumb and watched in almost hypnotised desire. PLAP, PLAP, CLAP, PLAP, SLAP~! Jaune’s balls bounded off of Blake’s thighs again and again, beating every last inch of his humongous dick into her deepest core and bulging her belly almost up to her chest. A small crowd had formed around the rough-breeding lovers, watching in awe as Jaune fucked Blake’s womb. Yang groaned, rubbing herself frantically and helplessly with one hand. Jaune hammered away without a care for Blake’s decaying state of mind, tipping her over the edge into slutty delirium. He wanted to cum inside her, and that was the only thing that mattered. In fact, as he clobbered her cunt, Jaune grabbed Blake’s ‘tail’ for support, yanking on it so her poor asshole stretched outwards around the end of the huge buttplug! “Huahn…” Yang moaned unwittingly as Jaune arched his back and snarled in the ultimate bliss. He was riding high on waves of pleasure, ploughing Yang’s girlfriend like he owned her, making her whole body jiggle and her eyes swim upwards in a depraved, tongue-drooping ahegao. Blake’s cries of devotion and intense, orgasmic bliss put Yang to shame; she’d never made her lover scream like that, not even when fisting her elbow-deep! “What’s wrong, kitten?” Jaune asked, glaring down at Yang as she teetered on her knees. “Once I’m done, you’re next.” “Hhaah…” Yang crooned as Jaune reached out and pushed two fingers into her mouth. She hesitated before suckling obediently on his digits, gazing at him over his muscular arm. He pushed his fingers further, teasing her tonsils, making her gurgle…before shoving those digits straight down her throat! Yang twisted and jerked on the end of his arm, groaning and gargling, struggling and grasping his arm – while he pounded Blake with the same, high-intensity battering-rams as before. Blake threw her arms over her head and whimpered into the floor, cumming herself silly for the fifth time tonight, spraying her lust all over the floor as Jaune’s balls continued to slam against her wobbly, bruised thighs. Jaune had reached his wall. Wrenching his fingers from Yang’s throat, he instead grabbed her hair and yanked her down to Blake’s level, making her watch her lover’s face as he fucked her to orgasm – hers, and his own. “Hnnngh!” he groaned as his cock fattened – and a dense, white surge of cream flooded Blake’s womb, hitting it like a truck and inflating it like a balloon. Blake’s belly swelled visibly with each jet of cream, which fired in quick succession, heavily bloating her tummy beneath her until she looked like she’d swallowed a beachball, resting on top of it and pancaking it out to the sides. Yang stared in awe at Blake’s expression of stupefied bliss, her intense ahegao… Jaune pulled out of Blake slowly, retreating his hips an inch at a time, until his cockhead popped free and the poor Faunus’s gaping cunt sprayed cum through the air, a high-pressure hose-blast that just kept going, spreading a huge puddle of cream where it landed. Jaune wiped his still-hard cock on her asscheeks before turning to Yang, a grin on his lips. “W-Wait,” Yang said, suddenly nervous. “Just…wait a minute, okay, dude? Let’s talk about—” - “Fu-UUUCK~! Fuck me harder, harder, you—Nnngh, cumming~! I’m…nngh, I’m myaster’s stupid little…kitten bitch…!” Yang went cross-eyed as she came yet again, teeth grinding and drool oozing down her chin as her hair shook in wild, wet curtains over and around her face. Her arms were wrapped behind her head, clutching Jaune’s head for dear life as he held her up in the air, hands clamped into her raised thighs, fucking her standing in front of the whole club. He clobbered her pussy hard and fast, spanking his balls against her clit with each heave of his powerful hips, making her heavy tits bounce up to her chin before clapping down again. “If you two are gonna act like a pair of catty whores,” Jaune hissed through the intense pleasure of it all, “then I’m gonna treat you like catty whores, okay, kitten?” He kissed the side of her neck and then sent his hips into overdrive, somehow ramping up his thrusts to a whole new level of intensity. CLAP, CLAP, CLAP, CLAP, CLAP! Yang’s cat ears had long since fallen off, and Jaune had yanked out her cat tail buttplug. Her skimpy, fuzzy little suit had been yanked and clawed from her body, leaving her completely naked, shining a variety of colours under the strobe lights. Somehow, having the slutty costume taken away made her feel even more vulnerable. Being ploughed while pretending to be a kitten was one thing, but doing it without any kind of disguise, in front of all these people? She covered her face, or tried to, with one hand, gurgling as her tits just kept leaping. “Hnnghfuck, cumming--!” Jaune refused to slow down, even with Yang’s tight cunt clamping around his monstercock and spraying slick, clear juices like a broken faucet. Her high-pitched panting, the clap and squelch and jiggle of her bouncing body, all of it made him want to punish her more violently, and so he wrapped his arms tightly around her thighs – squishing her tits between them – and began to wrench Yang up and down like a doll on his giant cock! SLAP! SLAP! CLAP! SLAP! Her pussy sleeved his meat with terrific impacts, bulging her belly all the way up to her massive, bounding tits and making her eyes roll all the way back in her head. “Haauhh~!” she wailed, her tongue waggling in the open air until Jaune kissed her cheek, goading her into turning her head and kissing him back. Their tongues mashed together, and he stared into her steamy ahegao whilst bouncing her roughly on his cock, showing her no mercy. But as he watched, her eyes refocused and narrowed, and her fingers curled tightly in his hair. When she broke the kiss, she was grinning shakily. “I-Is that…all y-you’ve got…?” Jaune frowned. Before Yang even knew what was happening, he twisted her around on his cock and slammed her back up against the wall, holding her ankles beside her ears as he punished her pussy like never before, hammerfucking her sloppy pussy with the full force of his driving hips! Her Aura flashed and then shattered, and her wails reached a new pitch of total, brain-melting bliss as Jaune mashed her womb into oblivion. CLAP, CLAP, CLAP, SLAP, SLAP, CLAP, SQUELCH, POP, CLAP, PLAP, PLAP, PLAP, PLAP, PLAP~~! Yang howled for more as Jaune pounded her stupid, making her go cross-eyed and looming over her, trying to flatten the buff blondie against the wall. Her tongue drooped, her gurgles rang out unrestrained, and she came again and again and— “Fffuck!” Jaune snarled as he exploded inside of Yang, pouring forth an ungodly-huge load that immediately bloated her belly and just wouldn’t stop. Her abs vanished behind the heaving swell, which pancaked between their bodies as he dumped more and more thick, rich jizz inside of her. He kept jerking his hips, kept grinding against her, draining his thick and heavy balls into her womb without mercy – until he’d spent every last drop he had inside of him. In the aftermath, holding Yang up against the wall, Jaune panted for air. His vision was blurry, his shoulders rising and falling as he desperately filled his lungs in the wake of their devastating sex. His cock throbbed inside Yang’s pussy, which leaked abnormal volumes of seed that dripped and drooled down the wall as she trembled in his arms. He lowered her down the wall until she sat at its base, whimpering and rubbing her own cum-oozing cunt, peering up at Jaune as he nursed his semi-soft cock in one hand, making sure to droop fat ropes of leftover cum over Yang’s head. Even in her blinding state of bliss, she opened wide and stuck out her tongue to collect Jaune’s leftover nutslop, swirling her long muscle in the air and scooping all that yummy goo back toward her throat…which rippled and flexed as she gulped it all down, her strong neck shifting. “Good kittens,” Jaune breathed as he stepped back from Yang, leaving her glazed in hot cream and gushing spunk from her pussy. She groaned and squirmed in a growing puddle of his seed, gazing up at him with loving eyes and touching herself uncontrollably. Near her, Blake was on all fours, sucking cum off the floor. Jaune shook his head, grinning — and as he looked to one side, his eyes widened. And his dick perked up. Standing at the edge of the crowd, naked except for the bunny buttplug protruding from her ass, was a flustered-looking Velvet Scarlatina, hands cupped over her pussy. They did nothing to disguise the clear juices trickling down her thighs, or the way her chest puffed in and out with racing breaths. Jaune smiled. He was about to add a new pet to his collection.
Title: [RWBY] Shower Lovin' Chapter title: Steamy Story Description: After an intense workout, Ruby steps into the locker room...not noticing that it isn't the women's locker room. - Champion of Venus, my lewd visual novel, is out now on Steam and Itch.io! Join Rayne for an adventure packed with the kinkiest scenes you've ever seen in a video game. Anime & Manga: RWBY Story Content: Ruby all but staggered out of the gym, her plump tits heaving in her gym shirt with each deep breath. Sweat gleamed on her arms, her exposed midriff…and especially on her thick-as-fuck thighs. Her pale skin blushed red in all the right places, and her hair clung to her scalp wetly. As she pushed through the door to the locker room, she wiped sweat from her brow and gave a noisy exhale. “Fuhhh…” Her heart was thumping loudly in her chest, and despite her exhaustion, adrenaline pumped through her system, keeping her upright and giddy as she prepared for her shower. She folded her towel on the bench, then bent over to tug down her shorts, peeling the damp fabric slooowly out and around her deliciously thick, squishy asscheeks… In her daze, she didn’t notice the pile of men’s sportswear in a corner of the room – and if she had, she wouldn’t have been able to put two and two together: that she’d stumbled into the wrong locker room! At the same time, Jaune had just finished his shower. Naked and dripping, rubbing his hands through his hair, he re-entered the locker room. He got about three strides into the room before he dropped his hands and saw what was right in front of him: a huge, pale, wobbly ass stuck up high in the air, sweatdrops trickling down its curved surfaces as Ruby reached down to untie her shoes. Jaune looked around, then back to Ruby, his mouth opening and then closing. He wondered if he could escape before she notice him – but then he thought, What, run out into the hallway naked? He could hide in the showers, but it looked like they were Ruby’s destination. He stalled, and as he stood there staring at her giant rear, he felt his arousal throbbing to life – his massive monstercock swelling to semi-hardness. He gulped tensely, his eyes tracking every shift and shake of Ruby’s obscene ass. Who could have guessed she was packing that in her skirt, all this time? Jaune’s hands squeezed into fists. No – think, Jaune! he told himself in a panic. In a moment she’s going to turn around and see you! What if she screams? Even then, Jaune found himself trapped in a dilemma. No matter how he reasoned, there was no escape – not unless he hid himself in a locker, or something equally absurd. He stalled and held his breath and tried to think, and while he thunk, his cock grew and grew, reaching a length and girth comparable to his own forearm. Ruby, completely oblivious to the crisis unfolding behind her, untied her shoes and lifted her heels out of them – but just as she did so, she noticed something from between her legs that made her gasp: a second pair of feet standing behind her. She jolted upright and turned, nearly tripping on her own shoes, scrambling back a few steps and tugging her gym top down over her pussy – stretching her collar so her pale cleavage was exposed to Jaune. She blushed intensely, wide-eyed and about to yell…until she noticed, for the first time, all the signs of her mistake. The men’s clothes scattered about, the general unfamiliar layout of the locker room…the names above the individual lockers… She swallowed, her throat flexing uncomfortably, before meeting Jaune’s eyes. They stared at each other for a long time, Ruby’s eyes flickering from his face to his massive, throbbing erect cock – so weighty that it couldn’t stand all the way up, but it was trying, bucking slightly upwards with each needy pulse. “U-Uh!” Ruby said at last, and the noise made Jaune step back slightly. He was in just as much a predicament as her, unable to look away from her smoking-hot body, her juicy, jiggly curves… Ruby was still panting from her exercise, and now her pussy was soaked, and her arousal made it even more difficult to breathe. Her nipples stiff, her pupils dilated, she wondered what she looked like – some kind of perverted slut? “Ruby…” Jaune said, and then gulped as Ruby stepped toward him. He put up his hands, expecting to be beaten up for his transgression – even though he’d done nothing wrong. “Ruby, wait, I—” Then Ruby squatted down before him. The movement was so unexpected that Jaune didn’t lower his hands at first; he just peered down at her, his wide blue eyes amazed, his jaw hanging slack as he tried to process what was happening. Ruby stared at his monsterdick up close, breathing heavily, her eyes blurring…until, slowly, she brought her hands up to touch his colossal fuckrod. Gently, at first, trailing her fingertips up along the thick, bloated veins that laced his unbelievable member. Her lips remained pursed, her chest heaving with each tight breath, still not quite able to believe what was before her eyes…in her hands. She wrapped them around his dick, stroking him up and down slowly but firmly, lifting his hulking shaft up over her face and staring at its thick underside. “Ruby…what…?” Jaune breathed, but he was becoming so horny that he could no longer think straight. He rested a hand in Ruby’s hair, his fingers curling and uncurling slowly, almost petting her as she teased his dick in her hands. She pumped his meat more boldly by the second, jerking his shaft up and down, feeling his intense heat, breathing his emanating masculine scent… His balls were right in front of her, apple-sized jizztanks churning up an ungodly tide of semen. When she pushed her mouth into his nuts, Jaune groaned and shook, and the reality of the situation finally hit him. Ruby sucked on his balls gently at first, just kissing her way from testicle to testicle while jerking him off with both hands – but soon enough, she opened wide and slurped a huge orb into her mouth, puffing out her cheeks around it as she tugged slowly but insistently on his sack. She was wringing his cock between her silky hands now, making him moan with pleasure. Just what kind of succubus was she? Jaune might have expected something like this from Yang, but not from blushing, innocent Ruby! In all truth, Ruby had no idea what she was doing, either, but she couldn’t stop herself. She suckled like a slut, gurgling on Jaune’s balls and wishing, in the back of her mind, that he hadn’t just finished showering – so she could experience his real taste. As her eyes became more glazed, she jerked him off with deft thumps, until thick white globs of precum oozed from his tip and leaked down his shaft, over her pale fingers. She used his cum as lubrication to pump him even harder, even faster, never stopping for anything. “Hnn--!” Jaune growled as Ruby leaned back and let his testicle plop out of her mouth. She gave his other huge cumtank the same treatment, suckling lovingly on it for almost a minute before setting it free. Then she raised her face to his, and as globs of precum splattered across her gorgeous, reddened features, she drew her tongue slowly around her mouth, bidding him watch the slick muscle slide its circuit. When it withdrew, he shivered visibly with pleasure – as his cock, finally, stood all the way up by its own strength. She could let go of it and watch it shake in the air without her aid, fixing his member with the hungriest gaze he’d ever seen. Then she lunged, kissing her way up his titanic fuckrod, making out with his urethral ridge on the way up – until she could wrap her molten-hot mouth around his girthy rod and start to suck. Schluk, schluk, schluk… She pushed his cockhead into her cheek, making it bulge out again and again. She pushed back her hair as she worked, glugging and gurgling and groping her own tits, unable to stop fondling herself. One hand slid down to grope her pussy as her head went back and forth, back and forth, not giving Jaune a moment to breathe. He could only hold onto her hair and groan in absolute bliss, wondering what angel had blessed him. He rocked his hips slowly back and forth, pressing his cock deep into Ruby’s mouth – but no matter how far she bulged her cheek around his glans, he wanted more. She barely covered any of his cock with her tiny mouth, but when he looked at her neck, he had to wonder what it would look like wrapped around his dick. He squeezed her hair tighter on impulse, his aggression rising as he thought about the possibilities – and finally, he pulled her firmly against his dick while pushing forward. Ruby’s eyes went wide. She coughed and jerked, her tonsils resisting his cockhead’s increasing push – but then, with a soggy glurk!, her neck bloated around his girth and Jaune gave a cry of delight. His dick sank through her lips until his pelvis kissed her, every last inch of his cock rooting down her throat. Ruby gurgled and choked and spluttered, blowing ropes of drool down his balls as they squished up against her chin. She twitched, and grasped his knees, and tried to push away – but then Jaune gave a single thrust, and that was enough to decide her. Her eyes narrowed, teary, and she started to pump herself back and forth on his monsterdick. Glurk, glurk, glurk, glurk! Her tongue slid from her open mouth and splatted against Jaune’s balls as they swung forward. She facefucked herself as much as he facefucked her, and whenever they met, drool splattered. Jaune had never felt so in-sync with another person before. He growled pitifully, deep in his throat, a noise of pure pleasure that only served to make Ruby even hornier. She wrapped her arms around his thighs and dug her fingers into his skin, swallowing more than half of his cock and holding it inside as she pumped the rest in and out. Glurg, glurg, urg, glurg… Never letting more than half of his monsterdick peel out of her gullet, Ruby peered up at him. She’d never done anything like this before, but it felt natural. Jaune felt just the same; he cast a glance toward the wall mirror, to watch himself fucking Ruby’s face, to commit the image to memory. She looked so sexy, squatting with her thick ass popped out, making all kinds of soggy noises around his dick, her thighs wobbling whenever she took one of his thrusts. “Ruby, I wanna…do more than this…” Jaune growled, finding a reserve of courage he hadn’t known existed. “You’re so gorgeous; I wanna…eat your ass out, and spank you hard, and pound you until you go cross-eyed…” Ruby hadn’t expected dirty-talk. She found herself growing hotter and hotter as Jaune went on, describing all the naughty things he wanted to do to her. She hooked another finger in her cunt and jostled herself hungrily, schlicking harder and harder, slick girlcum splattering around her knuckles as she punished her tight little pussy, groaning happily around a throatful of dick! Suddenly, Jaune arched his back. A shudder went through him, and his muscles flexed as he came inside Ruby! Splrrrrtch~! He exploded a geyser of thick, potent cum down her gullet, blast after blast surging into her belly and flooding her to the brim. She gargled pathetically, cheeks swelling and cum gushing from her nostrils as Jaune pumped her full. She’d never felt so packed before, not even after the biggest meals she’d ever eaten. He flooded her guts with jizz until she felt heavy and turgid, and then wrenched his gargantuan cock out of her face and slapped her with it, splattering cockslop all over her tits. She eeped, falling back – but Jaune was still hard, and still horny, and he grabbed her waist to scoop her up with ease. “Haah--!” she cried as he pushed her down on a bench, covering her with his toned mass. He spread her legs as wide as they’d go, mounted up, and shoved his fat fuckrod balls-deep in her pussy with a single, brutal thrust! Juices flew from her virgin pussy as he stretched it out beyond all reason, making her shriek in the pain that rightfully caused – but no matter how agonising the gape felt, it was drowned out by the intense, mind-burning pleasure. She wrapped her arms around Jaune as he started to thrash her cunt with rough thrusts, bulging her belly and making her wail. Her tummy danced with each brutal crash of his hips, each time his heavy balls slammed into her asscheeks and sent a juicy, shiny jiggle out through their pale dough. Ruby’s nails dug into Jaune’s back, and when his mouth crashed over hers, she kissed him deeply. When she let her head splay back, she could see herself moaning, her belly bulging and her tits bouncing as Jaune smashed his hips against hers. He brutalised her pussy, spreading her wide open and punching her womb with every thrust, making her lips purse and her eyelids flutter and her toes curl! She watched all this in amazement, spectator to her own destruction, clinging helplessly to his shoulders as he demolished her cunt with his giant, desperate cock! He scrubbed the semen from his last orgasm into the walls of her pussy and womb, while his balls rapidly smacked her ass and frantically churned up another load to spurt into her. All she could do was wrap her thick thighs around his waist and cry out with each successive thrust, losing her mind, making noises she’d never though herself capable of making. “Ungh, ungh, ough, haah~!” Her tongue flopped out as she came, clinging to Jaune with all her fading strength and squirting like the whore she was swiftly becoming! He grunted and kept thrusting, massaging her pussy with his rough jerking motions, prolonging her orgasm even as her own tears trickled down her forehead and into her hair. Her ass never stopped jiggling in all this time, her jello-like cheeks leaping and bounding and smack, smack, smacking together! “I’m gonna switch,” Jaune grunted, and before Ruby could ask what he meant, he wrenched his dick out of her – the motion leaving her gasping – and hoisted her right leg high in the air, leaning against it and bending it back as he probed her asshole with his cockhead. Ruby grunted and hooked her arm around her own raised leg, peering hungrily into Jaune’s eyes as he got ready to enter. “Do it,” she hissed, then burst into a wild wail of bliss as he rammed her ass full of his ultra-thick, ultra-needy monstercock! Once again, every last inch of his dick vanished inside her with a single thrust, making her toes curl as she hit a second vibrant orgasm, gurgling and groaning, clenching her guts around his cock! He pumped her like a machine, driving his giant dick in and out with such force that she instinctively put up her Aura – which shattered in a spectrum of light. Jaune snarled near her ear, and bit her neck in sheer, animal lust as he jerked off using her insides. Her belly never ceased its bulging dance, and her insides kept schlucking around his monsterdick as he rampaged, no longer resembling the blushing, nervous boy from five minutes ago. The locker room resounded to the noise of his hammering thrusts, which grew more and more violent as his lust and his pleasure ramped up – until, finally, he tossed back his head and roared his bliss. He struck balls-deep, grinding his hips against hers as he came like a firehose, blowing such a thick, cascading load through Ruby’s guts that she had to slam her jaw shut so as not to puke up his load. Her cheeks bulged almost like a hamster’s as she tried to hold it back, swallowing it back down again and again as her belly swelled around the sheer volume of Jaune’s load – until he’d drained himself into her, his horse-shaming load gurgling and churning within Ruby’s plumped-out stomach. And then, as he tried to catch his breath, he turned her around and slapped his cock across her face. Sensing his intentions, Ruby opened her mouth wide, stretched out her tongue, and groaned for his dick. With her lying on her back, her sweaty tits and cum-belly presented to him, Jaune leaned forward, hooked his fingers into the meat of her thighs, and slowly inserted his dick down her throat – nestling it where it belonged. Ruby gargled and coughed and spluttered on his dick, but he didn’t stop pushing – watching the thick veins vanish past her trembling lips until his pelvis smushed against her plump kissers once again. Only then, his cockhead buried in her stomach, did Jaune start to thrust. He moved slowly at first, still ultra-sensitive from blasting two monstrous loads in a row, but he picked up speed quickly enough, so that Ruby was glurking and squelching noisily within seconds. His balls eclipsed her eyes and forehead again and again, slapping and splatting against her skin as drool leapt through the air and clung to both of them. Jaune breathed heavier and louder, like an animal, as he jerked off using Ruby’s gullet as his onahole. He wrapped a hand around her bulging throat as he worked, heaving his hips against her again and again, already recovered from his previous loads. “Fuck, Ruby--!” he cried in pleasure as he pumped, jerking so frantically that her tits leapt whenever his hips struck home. Cum oozed from her winking asshole, and she reached down with a shaky hand to stroke her pussy as Jaune clobbered her gullet with all his strength. He kept on plunging for a long time, one hand on her throat and the other on her thigh, keeping her pliant, until he was ready to explode once again. At that point, Jaune tugged out of her mouth with a soggy GLUARK, cockslapped her gorgeous, stunned face a few times, and then shoved his meat between her tits. He groped her perky udders with both hands and clamped them as tightly together as he could, wrapping them around his dick like the silky, sweaty pleasure-toys they were. He sat on her face and fucked her boobs with rough strokes, grinding his dick along her chest and belly while she lazily gurgled beneath him. She schlicked herself with both hands, rubbing her clit hard and fast, pleasuring herself loudly and shamelessly as Jaune built up to his climax--! At last, Jaune hunched his shoulders, snarled, and exploded. The first rope that burst from his dick was a metre long, splattering through the valley of her thighs and onto the floor. The next two were just as ferocious, but then he started to aim at her thighs, at her pussy, drenching Ruby’s lower body in his jizz as he worked his dick between her boobs. When her legs were soaked to his satisfaction, Jaune stood and gripped his cumming cock in both hands, staggering back so he could spray her tits and face with splooge. He coated Ruby liberally with his load, blast after fat blast of cum drenching her perfect body white. She draped her tongue out over her chin and swept up any jizz that landed near – and the view was so lovely that Jaune finished off by holding his cockhead in front of her mouth and spraying cum straight into her throat. Her neck worked in rhythmic gulps, swallowing down his yummy splooge again and again, until his load faded to a dribble and he rested his cock in her mouth, letting her tongue collect up all of his thick, virile seed. “Haaah…” Jaune breathed, leaning forward to insert his softening cock all the way down Ruby’s throat again. He went in and out, slower and slower, until he was ready to step back and gaze upon the havoc he’d reached. Ruby gargled quietly, still rubbing her needy little pussy in total, all-consuming bliss. She moaned and sucked up the cum that clung to her body, collecting it with her free hand and licking her fingers clean. Jaune stroked his flaccid cock as he watched her, his face red and his heart racing. What had he just done…? As clarity returned slowly to him, Ruby met his gaze and smiled crookedly. “That was…” she started, but then her eyes rolled back and she squeaked in ecstasy, arching and thrashing as she came hard. Jaune chuckled as she writhed around on the bench, her fingers hooked under her clit, her eyes shooting all the way back…ahegao-ing like a dirty slut! “Next time…just come to my dorm room,” Jaune said breathily before offering a hand. “Look at us – we’re all dirty. We should take a shower.” Ruby hesitated, but then she grasped his hand, let him haul her to her feet. Wrapped in each other’s arms, they went into the shower.
Title: [RWBY] The House Party Chapter title: An-Education-in-Depravity Story Description: Jaune invites Oscar to a house party...but the inexperienced young man has no idea his presence was requested by a horny Yang and Nora. - Champion of Venus, my lewd visual novel, is out now on Steam and Itch.io! Join Rayne for an adventure packed with the kinkiest scenes you've ever seen in a video game. Anime & Manga: RWBY Story Content: “Hey, you said this was a training exercise. Why is there music?” Oscar asked as he followed Jaune up the pathway toward the tall mansion. “Is this some kind of prank?” “A prank? Uh, sure, whatever you say.” Jaune stopped and glanced back at Oscar. “You coming or not? Because I don’t mind going alone – more for me, etcetera.” More for him? What in the world was going on here? Oscar frowned and lengthened his stride, holding Jaune’s gaze until he’d passed him – marching right up to the mansion door. “Alright, let’s get this over with,” he said, and knocked three times on the door, loudly and clearly. Jaune drew up alongside him and waited with hands stuffed in his pockets, whistling tunelessly. A few moments later, the bolt unlatched and the door swung open. Jaune’s eyes lit up with pleasure, a wicked grin sliding across his face. Oscar tensed up in shock. Standing before the two young men were a pair of young women – Yang and Nora, to be precise, but not like Oscar had ever seen them before. Naked, was his first thought, but that wasn’t exactly true; they wore pink, heart-shaped pasties over their nipples, and little down below but tight, pink panties. They smirked like predators at their guests – Yang seeming to focus on Oscar more. She nudged Nora’s waist and leaned in close to her ear, but the words she purred were loud enough for everyone to hear. “He’s mine.” “Pssh, fine,” Nora said. “I’ll stick with ol’ faithful. C’mon, Jaune!” “Wait, why am I ‘ol’ faithful’—gah!” Jaune gasped as Nora seized him by the wrists and yanked him forwards through the doorway. “Because we all know your dick is huge!” she said, twirling with him like in a dance, crushing her tits to his chest for a quick nuzzle before throwing him onwards toward the living room. She watched his ass go with a crooked grin on her face, then looked back at Yang. “Hurry up and close that door; you’ll catch a chill!” “Yeah, sure,” Yang said distractedly, looking Oscar up and down with narrowly-slitted eyes. Oscar was just as absorbed in her body, staring wide-eyed at her ridiculous curves, impossible and luridly combined with taut, hardened muscles. It was easy to imagine Yang smashing watermelons between her thighs at the same time she was jacking off a row of dicks with her humongous, jutting udders--! That was a dangerous thought – one that made his groin stir. He swallowed thickly, melting under Yang’s gaze. She’d even tied her hair back in a ponytail that went all the way to her butt. Now she met his eyes, and stuck out her tongue slightly at him. Each and every breath made her massive breasts heave up and down… “Jaune…didn’t tell you what this was, did he?” Yang asked. Oscar shook his head mutely. “Yeah, he can be a real jerk at times.” Yang glanced outside, leaning through the threshold to look up and down the street, before taking Oscar’s hand and pulling him gently forwards. He stepped into the mansion, moving like a feather on the breeze, standing there with his back to the wall while Yang shut the door and sealed them into the lurid, pulse-pounding paradise. The intense thump, thump, thump of the music rose up from the floor to shake Oscar’s flimsy, faltering self into a tizzy. The lights were dim; disco lights flashed from the living room, but the entryway was almost fully in darkness, the light caught mostly in the shine of Yang’s skin. “Is that…oil?” Oscar asked breathily as Yang stood before him, her breasts within inches of his chest – the only things preventing her from looking down and seeing his boner stretching out his pants. “Sure is. Do you like it?” “Uh…yeah…” Moving so quickly that Oscar grunted in shock, Yang slammed her palm into the wall beside his head. “The reason you’re here,” she said, “is that I asked Jaune to bring you. Understand?” Oscar swallowed again. “…Yeah. I think. Yes, ma’am!” “I’m not sure you do.” With her characteristic forcefulness, Yang took Oscar’s hand and led it to her belly – to her abs, letting him touch them, run his palm along their delicious bumps and divots… Oscar gave a soft, pleasant sigh as he allowed himself to feel her…to run his hand around her waist, to feel the jut of her hip…his fingertips tracing the forbidden wonder of her exposed ass… All the while, he couldn’t stop staring at her chest, so at last, Yang licked her lips and said, “Touch them.” “Huh…?” “You like my tits, so touch them.” “I wasn’t…” Oscar blinked, and then steeled himself. He couldn’t deny it – not while he was baking under Yang’s stare. And besides, what kind of man would perform verbal gymnastics to get out of groping the best chest he’d ever seen? “Okay,” he breathed, and placed his other hand on her opposite hip…before sliding his palms slowly upwards, feeling her bottom ribs pass under his fingers…before his palms slid onto the outer swells of her massive, buoyant boobs. “Oh…” he said softly, his eyes fixing even more intensely as he felt their pillowy softness, their delectable smoothness, their delirious warmth heating his hands. He squished her boobs together, and ran his thumbs across their fronts, not quite touching those nipple pasties just yet. At last, he even fulfilled his dream of a minute before – hooking his palms underneath Yang’s perfect udders and lifting them, feeling their weight… Yang gave a happy little hum as he worked, her eyes never looking away from his, clearly more absorbed in his pleasure than in what his hands were doing. “See? You can do it,” Yang purred, leaning so close to his ear that her lips just barely brushed the lobe. “I bet you can do lots more, as well. Like…” She took his wrist once more, and this time she led his hand downward, along her rock-hard midriff and between her watermelon-crushing thighs, making him feel her panties beneath his fingers. With her lips on his neck and her breasts in his hand, leaning back against the wall, Oscar gave Yang’s thigh a squeeze…then let his palm start to roll against the front of her panties, stroking up and down. He wasn’t even thinking anymore – if he let himself think, his nervousness might overtake him. Yang gave a croon of pleasure, and touched her teeth to the sensitive skin of his neck. Her right hand crept up between them – between her own breasts – to tweak and loosen the top button of his shirt, while her left caressed the cheek opposite to the one she was nuzzling, hooking a thumb inside his mouth to tug and play with his sweet lips… “Hey, Yang!” called Nora, leaning through the living room door. “Me and Jaune are heading to the bedroom. You joining us?” Yang bit Oscar’s neck. He yelped and stiffened, digging his fingers into her tit. Yang tugged and sucked on his skin, ensuring he’d be wearing a dark red hickey by tomorrow morning, then flicked her tongue off of him and grinned at Nora. “We’re coming,” she said. “Lead the way.” - She started him forward by slapping his ass, then held onto his shoulders as she led him through the house – following Nora up the stairs. As he climbed, he got a lewd view of Nora’s ass jiggling up the steps, the backs of her boobs shaking and swaying. When she looked back at him, her eyes narrowed in sinister lust, and she brought a hand down on her own ass – smacking herself to tease him. “Hurry up!” she said. “I don’t want Jaune losing his boner while he waits for us…” “As if that’ll happen,” Yang said. “Guy’s got a dick of steel.” Oscar felt a sudden flush of jealousy, and he increased his stride, finally reaching the big double doors to the bedroom. Nora threw them open with a heave and stepped inside, followed by Oscar and Yang. Oscar was shocked to see Jaune parked naked on the bed, his cock clenched tight in his grip, stroking it up and down with lube. He raised his free hand in greeting, casting a grin at Oscar. “Enjoying yourself?” “I’m mad at you,” Oscar growled. “Why didn’t you tell me about…all this?” Jaune kept running his hand up and down his massive cock. Thing had to be longer than his forearm. When Nora reached him, she popped down into a squat and pushed back her hair, then grasped his mighty fuckslab in both hands and started to jerk him off. Jaune gripped her ginger hair instead, drawing her in so her cheek pressed against the barrel of his throbbing cock while she serviced him. “Because if I’d told you, you wouldn’t have come,” he said. “And Yang was pretty insistent on getting a chance to ride you. I’m jealous, man…” Oscar turned toward Yang, eyes wide. “Oh… Is that so…?” Yang snorted and shoved him. He yelped as he stumbled backwards, landing on the bed next to Jaune. Before Oscar could right himself, Yang was already on him, unbuckling his belt and wrenching down his pants. Both Jaune and Nora watched with interest as Yang wrestled his boxers down his thighs, attacking his clothes like a savage animal – until finally, with a triumphant tug, she— THWAP! Yang reeled back, as though she’d just been hit in the face with a baseball bat. She stared, lips pursing, at the majestic monstrosity that unfurled from Oscar’s pants – towering higher than even Jaune’s, though not quite as thick. Oscar panted and gasped, his eyes blurring as so much blood ran into his dick that he felt momentarily light-headed. His balls were the size of grapefruits, throbbing rhythmically as Yang mutely cupped her hands beneath them, fondling them…staring in amazement at his colossal cock. “Some guys get all the luck,” said Jaune, who was exceptionally gifted himself. He grunted, though, and shifted his focus as Nora wrapped her maw around his cockhead and bulged out her left cheek, humming vibrations into his colossal dick. Yang let her fingers slide off of Oscar’s balls. “N-Not half bad,” she said. “I had no idea you were a freak of nature, Oscar…” “A-A freak…?” Oscar stammered, half-sitting on his elbows – but then he tipped his head back and moaned as Yang renewed her attack. This time, she grasped her own tits in her hands, pancaking them as she spread them outward…and wrapped them around his colossal cock! Squeezing her pillowy udders tightly together between her toned biceps, Yang glared into his eyes…and started to pump her chest up and down, up and down, jerking him off using her enormous boobs! Oscar bit his lip at first, eyes rolling back as he drowned beneath waves of intense pleasure. He’d never imagined he'd find himself in a situation like this, having his dick serviced by Yang Xiao Long, of all people! “Consider this my apology for all the times I beat your ass on the training ground,” Yang teased him as she worked, huffing and puffing harder as she jerked her tits harder and faster, jiggling and sloshing them between her biceps. “Ungh, ungh, ungh… You’re fucking huge, Oscar. Were you using magic to hide it before now…?” Nora stuffed her mouth with cock like a hamster stuffing itself with food, gobbling more of Jaune’s fuckrod by the second. When it couldn’t go any deeper in her mouth alone, she re-adjusted – grasping his knees at arms’ length and angling her mouth up with his broad, pink glans…before pushing forward and down with all her might. GHLURK~! Her neck bulged around that ridiculous slab of fuckmeat, and she went cross-eyed as she swallowed Jaune’s monstercock! Jaune tugged on her hair and growled in savage lust as Nora started to slide back and forth, back and forth on his pulsing gigadick, sleeving it deeper in her gullet with each gurgling thrust! He lost all interest in Oscar then, as the world seemed to retract to the immediate space around his and Nora’s bodies… Oscar wanted to feel that level of pleasure, too. He reached for Yang’s hair – but the moment he touched her blonde locks, her eyes snapped up to his, turning from violet to crimson. “Hands off the hair, buddy,” she snarled, jackhammering her tits even harder around his cock. Schlap, schlap, schlap, schlap, plap! They jiggled each time they beat against his thighs, and her breathing escalated as well, raking huge gulps of air through her open mouth. “Do you want me to kick your ass…or do you want me to fuck you?” Oscar grunted. In his peripheral vision, Nora was taking Jaune’s cock all the way to the hilt with each powerful slam, GLORKing and SCHLORKing and splattering slime from her lips. Oscar clenched his fists tightly, then said, “Option Two…please.” “Pssh, ‘please’?” Yang asked, quirking an eyebrow. Still crimson-eyed, she slid her tits off his cock and rose to stand. “Jaune, tell him.” “Uh, uhhngh… Y-You see, Oscar…” Jaune stammered. “The only way…to deal with these girls…is to take what you want. For example…” He grasped Nora’s hair tighter – and wrenched her off his dick with a tremendous, spit-flinging SCHLUORK! Nora gagged on the open air, her throat stretched unbelievably wide, winking shut with repeated gulps. Jaune pushed her aside and rose to his feet, moving behind Yang. She chuckled a sinister chuckle, then lifted her ass up high – presenting it to Jaune and his huge, throbbing cock. He tugged her panties away from her needy holes, then shot a palm across her booty in a bit, wobbling CLAP!, before pressing his huge cockhead against her tight little asshole. “Get up, Jaune,” Yang moaned. Oscar groaned. The heat within him could not be contained; it flared hotter by the second, demanding he do something about it. He surged to his fee, panting heavily, and positioned his cockhead in front of Yang’s lips. She gurgled, then opened wide and stretched out her long, pink tongue to flick and curl around his throbbing, twitching glans, coaxing globs of precum up from his massive balls… Oscar grasped Yang’s hair again, using her ponytail like a handlebar. Jaune whistled at the audacity of it all, as Yang started to tremble with rage. Before she could act on it, the two men locked eyes – and moved in tandem, SLAMMING their monstercocks balls-deep in Yang’s throat and asshole! Their obscene dongs vanished in a heartbeat, rooting themselves in Yang’s soggy depths! Throatslime shot from Yang’s mouth and nostrils, splattering Oscar’s pelvis as he grunted and twitched, buried balls-deep in a girl for the first time. His obscene fuckhammer throbbed violently down Yang’s gullet, the tip buried in her stomach. “J-Jaune, I think…I can feel your dick…” “Me too,” Jaune murmured. “Holy shit, we fucking impaled her.” As Yang gurgled and glorked on cock, the two men started to slam her hard and fast, curving her spine as they bashed and rattled her sturdy body between them. Jaune’s hips clapped her asscheeks repeatedly, sending sharp, juicy wobbles through them and making her massive tits swing below, while Oscar stirred up her sloppy, gulping gullet and moaned in absolute bliss. He tugged on her hair hard, knowing he’d likely never have another chance to feel her golden locks in his fists, grunting and snarling, not caring if she killed him afterwards! All that mattered right now was rooting himself in her throat again, and again, and again, feeling drool spurt against his thighs as he hit her stomach with his giant fuckrod! Yang could do little but gargle and glurk, glurk, glurk in time with Oscar’s rough thrusts, her red eyes rolling all the way back in their sockets and streaming tears as her body glistened even more brightly, sweat and oil working together to give her a lewd glossy sheen. “Ulgk, ulgk, ulgk, ulgk~!” Her tongue was forced out of her cranked-open mouth, slapping and flicking against the underside of Oscar’s pummelling dick and meeting his hefty balls when they beat against her chin and barrel-bulging neck! The young men roughfucked Yang into oblivion, bending lower over her, sweat dripping from their hair as they gave her a pounding fit for an athletic brawler bitch like herself. When Jaune grew close to his orgasm, he started spanking her asscheek again and again, painting a bright pink handprint on her perfect skin, while Oscar twisted her hair around his fist and groaned in pleasure. Then they slammed deep, hitting their loads in perfect unison! GHLRRRRRRCH~! The hot torrent of seed that exploded in Yang’s stomach instantly began to bloat her belly, making her abs pout outwards, rounding out and churning loudly as it strained to hold all that gushing spunk! Jaune juddered and shook – and finally, he was the first to pull out, staggering back and SCHLUORPing his giant cock out of Yang’s gaped asshole. Cum immediately began to blast from her ass, harder with each thick cumshot from Oscar. The freckled young man was still cumming, blasting his load long after Jaune had finished up. He pumped his hips, bashing his pelvis against Yang’s strained, reddened face over and over, rattling her as she stood in her bent-over posture, glarking and glorging, twitching from head to toe… Finally, Oscar let Yang’s hair go. She slid off his dick like a bottle rocket and flopped onto her back, spraying cum from both ends into widening puddles, her eyes lolling all the way back in her head. Oscar was still rock-hard, but his knees failed him, and he toppled back onto the bed with a long growl. “W-Whoa, not yet!” Nora said, crawling over to him on the bed and patting his face, making him stir to focus. “Don’t pass out just yet, big guy. I still need to have my fun…” Without waiting, Nora climbed into his lap, squatting over him with her slick pussylips kissing his cockhead, her hands on his shoulders. “Yeah, just…hold yourself…like that…” she breathed, getting herself into position… …Until Jaune stepped up behind her and pressed his slime-caked cock up against Oscar’s – right against Nora’s pussy! She eeped, looking back…but then she drew in a thick, brave breath, and nodded. “Both of you? I can handle it,” she purred, then pressed down hard. Oscar and Jaune moaned as her slick pussylips spread…stretched…around their broad cockheads. Nora squealed, burying her face in Oscar’s chest as she wrung her hips down, gyrated them…and gaped herself like crazy. Finally, they were both inside, and Jaune started to thrust while Oscar clung to Nora’s hips. Jaune slapped the ginger girl’s ass to make her cheeks wobble, while her fat tits slid up and down on Oscar’s torso. She could barely handle the joined girths of both their dicks, but she clenched her teeth and endured it, groaning as she tried to pump her hips… “Help me out,” Jaune said to Oscar, who was busy sucking on Nora’s tits. He buried his face in her big, soft tits and slurped hungrily on her nipple, rolling his tongue over and around the stiffening bud. Even amidst his teat-slurping motions, he nodded wearily – before pushing himself up off the bed! Together, Oscar and Jaune lifted Nora into the air between them. Oscar hooked his arms under Nora’s thighs and lifted her knees to her shoulders, and then, together, the two studs started to thrash her pussy with the roughest thrusts they could muster. Nora’s mouth dropped open, her tongue falling free as she wailed for mercy that wouldn’t come. Those giant fuckrods pulverised her cunt with such ferocious thrashes that she squeaked with each belly-bulging strike. No man could last long under such conditions, and these two were no exception; soon they found themselves moaning, grunting, growling as bliss filled them to the boiling point – and then they cried out and bottomed out as they hit their limits. They erupted a deluge of cream into Nora’s womb, bloating her out with the full force of their orgasms. Her belly swelled against Oscar’s middle, growing bigger and rounder by the second, until she looked heavily pregnant with twins or triplets! The two men stirred around inside her for a long time, panting, twitching…before, at the same time, they pulled out and dropped Nora on top of Yang – a pile of sweaty slutmeat lying at their feet, cum still drizzling from their cocks to paint the pair. “Whew,” Jaune breathed, parking his hands on his hips. “Not bad, Oscar. Next time, we ought to bring more girls.” Oscar was blushing like crazy, but he nodded. “You think they’d agree?” “Sure. You might not know this, but all our teammates are sluts behind closed doors.” Oscar bit his lip. “Mhn… I…look forward to finding out for myself.” Suddenly, a hand wrapped around his ankle. He looked down to see Yang and Nora peering up at him, their faces fraught with desperation. “Please,” Yang gurgled. “More…” “Looks like you have some fans,” Jaune said. “Are you gonna leave them hanging?” Oscar paused, then took a deep breath. Minutes later, the sound of intense, soggy clapping and smacking started to sound from the bedroom and ring throughout the mansion, matching its rhythm to the beat of the music downstairs.
Title: [RWBY] The Katt Gets the Cream Chapter title: Pyrrha-getting-cucked-is-becoming-big-theme-in-these Story Description: During her time in Vale, Neon Katt fixates upon a certain blond-haired stud. Raunchy slamfucking ensues, and Beacon's other Faunus catgirl soon joins in. If you like my work, consider supporting my Patreon! We're getting close to 100 patrons. I'm making a lewd game! Check out Champion of Venus here. Anime & Manga: RWBY Story Content: The lights throbbed overhead and the music throbbed upwards through Jaune’s chair as he nursed a drink at the bar. His friends were talking about something or other, but he’d drifted away from the conversation already, his thoughts wandering to the grinding bodies on the dancefloor. He felt strange today – energetic and antsy, like there was a great deal of tension inside that he desperately needed to relieve: he just wasn’t sure how. While he was deep in thoughts, a presence appeared beside him and raised a hand to the bartender. “Another, please,” said a cheery, teasing voice, as her other hand fell on Jaune’s shoulder. “And another for my friend here.” When Pyrrha turned to ask Jaune something, the tall, blond stud was nowhere to be seen. She frowned before turning back to the conversation. Jaune, nervous and breathing heavily, found himself on the dancefloor, enjoying the attentions of a blushing grinning Neon Katt. The skater girl had dragged him away from the bar, not taking no for an answer, grasping his hands as she tugged him into the tight crush of bodies. As soon as they were thoroughly obscured from any nosy onlookers – hidden amidst a hundred eyes – Neon stopped, turned, and thrust her tight tush against his groin. Jaune gasped and held her waist as she struck her hips up and down, grinding her ass all over his massive, coiled-up cock inside his increasingly tight pants, pursing her lips in amusement as he cried out in pleasure. “What’s wrong?” she asked, rising on her tiptoes and craning her head back, trying to nip his earlobe. “Cat got your tongue?” Jaune’s mind was becoming hazy. He focused on Neon, on the pleasure she was giving him, and tightened his grip on her. If this was how she wanted to play it, then why not reciprocate? He gave a nervous little thrust against her taut asscheeks and growled in desire, which only caused her lips to twist upwards at the edges, her eyes widening in a savage grin. “Ah…yeah, you’ve got the idea!” Neon purred as they grinded harshly together, huffing and puffing, their hearts hammering faster in their chests as the tension rose. “You know, some people say you’re a hopeless cherry boy. I guess they’re wrong.~” “Who says that?” Jaune asked, hooking an arm around her midriff and squeezing her tightly against him. He was getting frustrated; he wasn’t the kind of guy who could manage his boners well, and his was growing out of control. He desperately needed to jam his cock into Neon and blast a massive load – a fact she seemed to know all too well, as she shimmied and twerked her tight ass up and down the bridge of his cock – but the presence of all these people made him shy beyond words, the potential of being seen a burning spot in his brain. Lust and shyness crashed together in an unholy tango from which there was no escape; no escape but… “I’m feeling up your goods,” Neon said into his ear. “You should get to do the same, don’t you think? It’s only fair…” Her eyes narrowed with naughty glee as she grasped the wrist wrapped around her stomach and guided it downwards – toward her own groin. Jaune got the idea, and he bit his lip as he stroked his fingers down her flat belly and over the soft, wet front of her shorts. He rubbed her gently, watching her lips purse and her tongue-tip reveal itself as she huffed and puffed for air, her eyes hazing over with tender delight. She thrust her hips against his fondling hand, grinding her pussy against him through her shorts…until Jaune just couldn’t help himself. His other hand came around, lifting her top and grasping the bare mound of her right breast, fondling her boobs as his inhibitions steadily began to vanish. Her tits were surprisingly plump and lovely to squeeze, to squish and pinch while Neon’s soft cries were drowned out by the thumping music. They weren’t really dancing anymore; just lustfully grinding, humping, swaying against each other as they each burned up in their personal world of lust. Jaune touched his lips to Neon’s neck and let his teeth graze her…while he hooked a thumb into her pants, and then his entire hand, framing her bare pussy between his index and middle finger. “Is this what you wanted?” Jaune murmured in Neon’s ear, as she panted for precious air. Her chest heaved rapidly in his hand, her taut tummy fluttered with nerves, and she stared down shakily at the muscular wrist protruding from the top of her pants. Even she hadn’t expected things to progress this far – fingered and groped on the dancefloor, while a monstrous erection swelled against her ass – but she didn’t want it to stop, not until she’d seen everything Jaune could do. As he curled two fingers into her sopping pussy, Neon chewed her lip and moaned in pleasure…then whipped her tail up against his bulge, cupping its heft appreciatively. When she looked back at him, her eyes were narrow and smoky, the playful glee gone from her face, seemingly becoming serious. “I want so much more, cherry boy,” she said, so quiet Jaune could barely hear her. Her tail, moving with shocking agility, looped upwards and plunged into his pants, coiling lightly around his throbbing monstercock and balls. “Hmmn. Not bad, not bad… I think you’ll do perfectly.” “Do what perfectly?” Jaune asked, the squeeze momentarily shaking his resolve. “Oh, you know…” Neon rose on her tiptoes and leaned her weight back against him, nuzzling his chin, letting him support her while he groped her tits and schlicked her pussy. “Drill my holes. Make me cum. Dump a huge, steaming load inside me… But you could already guess that, right?” She winked and made as though to bite him, laughing when he flinched away. Her tail was slithering around his cock at a frantic rate, stroking and squeezing him, pumping him as best she could in the confines of his pants. At last, though, she had to reach back with her hands and unzip his pants…and, plain as day, amidst the grinding bodies of so many unsuspecting people, her tail guided his cock out into the open – sliding up her bare back and into her shirt. Neon pressed back even harder, squeezing his cock between her slender body and his muscular one, hiding his cock from any spectators. The threat of being seen was almost too much for Jaune to handle; he groaned and pinned Neon against him, afraid that, at any moment, their obscene act would be spotted and called out – but Neon didn’t seem to share his concerns. Arching her back, she started to pump her ass against his massive, rock-hard shaft, each jerk of her hips sending him higher toward heaven. He pinched her nipple and plunged his fingers to the knuckle into her soaking wet pussy, but she only grunted and grinned in response, growing crueller and more gleeful with each passing second. “I bet you wanna cum, huh?” she purred. “Blow a load in the middle of the club… Mmhn, and paint my body white… But you’d better hold back, cherry boy, unless you wanna experience the most embarrassing moment of your entire life. What would your friends think, if they saw you hosing down a girl you barely know in a public place? Oh, the horror…” Jaune grit his teeth and glowered down at Neon, frustrated to no end. He wanted to cum – so much that he’d nearly been willing to forget the people around him – but it seemed Neon’s ultimate plan was to tease him with no end in sight, to make him clench his pelvis until his face turned red with exertion. The worst part was – it would be so easy to bend Neon over and pound her right here and now. She’d probably even like seeing his composure break down in such a way, but he’d never recover from the debacle. “I’m gonna…get you for this,” he muttered in Neon’s ear as she pumped and jerked happily away, thrusting her gorgeous butt up and down his monstercock, making him throb and swell but not explode. “Oh yeah?” Neon Katt purred. “And just how are you gonna do that?” “As soon as we get out of here…I’m gonna pin you down…and fuck you with all my strength. And the best part is…because of my Semblance…I can keep cumming, over and over…” “Sounds like a party,” Neon said breathily, obviously thrilled by the prospect. She wriggled her hips from side to side, shivering with delight, and craned her neck to kiss his cheek. “Almost makes me want to show you mercy…but I won’t. You’re in my clutches, and you’re gonna put up with this torment until I decide it’s over. Got it?” With that – determined to punish Jaune for his mumbled threats – Neon reached up and back, wrapped her arms around Jaune’s neck, and started to drill her ass up and down his shaft like a machine. He cried out in pleasure, squirting an involuntary glob of precum into her shirt, and then drifted into a world of tormented lust, his eyes watering as he struggled not to cum. - Later, in the ladies’ bathroom, Jaune shoved Neon into a stall and shut the door behind him. She gasped for breath, just as horny as he was, sitting back on the toilet seat and lifting her thighs in her hands – willingly rolling back into a mating position while Jaune towered over her. He dropped his pants, freeing his monstercock in a wild swing that SMACKed against his thigh before falling into his hand. With a growled breath of delight, he covered her, grasped her ankles high above her head, and thrust his cock against her stomach. When his balls struck her thighs, his cockhead poked the bottoms of her tits – sixteen inches of rock-solid fuckmeat ready to power-plunge her womb into a sloppy state of devastation. Neon peered down at his cockhead in amazement, her chest shaking with stammered breaths as she tried to brace herself for the inevitable. “Nngh, fuck, you’re way too big,” she drawled in appreciation, licking around her mouth before fixating on Jaune’s eyes once again. “Hnngh, I don’t wanna wait any longer…” She wouldn’t have to. Jaune rocked his hips back, dragging his cock down her taut belly, and rested his thick tip against her soft, tender pussylips. She was still fully clothed, but Jaune had ripped her panties away on the dancefloor, and now her bare cunt flexed gently against his sensitive cockhead, so tight it seemed impossible for him to jam it in…but Jaune wasn’t deterred. He found his angle, took a deep breath – and as Neon opened her mouth to beg again, he rammed every last inch of his monstercock inside her! Spittle flew from Neon’s lips, her eyes rolling up and back into their sockets as Jaune stampeded her womb without a shred of mercy. His hips SLAMMED into hers again and again, rough-fucking her from the starting line, making her thighs and asscheeks wobble, and her perky titties bounce, bounce, bounce in time with his clobbering thrusts. Schlap, schlap, schlop, clop, clap! His balls bounded off of her asscheeks, sending ripples through her soft flesh as wild gushes of precum burst from her pussy and splashed into the toilet bowl. Jaune growled, resting his forearms on the toilet lid as he drilled Neon without mercy, coring out her pussy harder than she’d ever felt it before, gouging her as though he was trying to reshape her innards. Her belly bulged whenever he struck home, leaping and dancing to the rhythm of their frantic sex. “Ha! Ahn! HaaAAaah…!” Neon wailed as the full extent of what was happening finally registered on her mind. Her tongue spilled from her open mouth, and she gazed down at her dancing belly – and beyond, Jaune’s abs thundering back and forth, the vastness of his cock vanishing and appearing from her tight, perfectly smooth, utterly stretched-out pussy. Oh man, she’d never been gaped before… Schlap, schlap, schlap, schlap! Once Jaune found his rhythm, he stuck to it, power-pumping Neon with the sole aim of blasting the mother of all loads inside of her. He was going to clog her womb with so much spunk that she’d be cleaning it out for weeks, and there was nothing anyone could do to stop him. - Unbeknownst to either of them, someone else was in the bathroom – in the very next stall, in fact, sitting with her knees pressed tightly together and her hands in her lap, feet lifted off the ground so no one peeked under the stall and saw her. Blake wore an expression of stunned shyness, her cheeks dark red. She’d come in here to re-apply her eyeliner, and instead had found herself listening to – and feeling the vibrations of – Jaune fucking Neon senseless. She could hear each mighty CLAP of flesh on flesh, and realised she was only a couple of feet away from Jaune’s thrusting body. When she closed her eyes, she could almost imagine there was no barrier between them… Biting her lip, Blake lifted her knees and set her feet on the edge of the toilet seat, rising agilely to peer over the divider. Her feline ears flattened against her scalp, her yellow eyes narrowing as she peered down from above – watching the show like a hopeless little perv. She saw Jaune’s back glossed with sweat, and Neon jiggling wildly below, her belly bulging each time he thrust his monstercock into her tight little pussy. Her eyes were cast up toward the ceiling, but she didn’t see Blake – in fact, Neon didn’t see anything, as the pleasure made her temporarily blind. “Fuck,” Jaune growled, hunching forwards and blocking Blake’s view of Neon. His balls spanked the skater girl’s ass faster by the second – plap, plap, plap, plap! – and as his muscles tightened, Blake knew he was about ready to blow. But the voyeuristic Faunus couldn’t hope to imagine what she was about to witness – the full, catastrophic extent of Jaune’s orgasm. When he howled and arched his back, drilling his cock balls-deep into Neon’s pink pussy, Blake gasped and squeezed the top of the wall in her hands. His face was tight, his eyes narrowing and jaw clenching as he exploded inside Neon. A deep glurrrch was audible – the noise of torrential cum-blasts flooding the petite woman’s womb, flooding her to the brink. Her belly pouted outwards slightly, and then wild shots of cum started to backfire, spurting around Jaune’s hips and between his legs to splatter across the stall walls. SPLRRRCH! SPLLLRT-SPLRRRT-SPLRRRTCH! Jaune cried out in pleasure while Neon squeaked and groaned, the two of them locked amidst throes of incredible pleasure. Blake felt like she was melting; she wanted to feel exactly what they were feeling, and as she naughtily projected herself onto Neon, her thighs rubbed together in her leather pants. She was going into heat. Fuck… “Hah…” Neon whimpered, reaching up and clasping Jaune’s face between her hands, guiding him gently down to kiss her. They made out over the toilet, which by now was flooded halfway to the brim with Jaune’s incredible load, their tongues slapping together as they hungrily feasted on each other’s love and lust. Blake knew she couldn’t leave until they had, so she sat down shakily on her own toilet and spread her legs wide, rubbing two fingers gently over the front of her pants, covering her mouth so no cries got loose… - Later, Jaune and Neon sat in a stall of their own. Neon smirked over the rim of her glass while Jaune squirmed awkwardly in his seat, the sensation of her tail trailing over his bulge too much for him to handle. “You seemed so fierce not long ago,” she purred, leaning against his arm. “Yeah, and you…made me all sensitive,” Jaune responded. “How’s your belly?” “Still feels a little swollen, but I think I mostly drained it—eh?” Neon looked up as a figure appeared next to their table. Blake stood with her hands folded nervously over her crotch, not looking directly at either of them. “May I…join you?” Blake asked. Jaune frowned, not quite sure what to make of this, but Neon seemed to cotton on straight away; she winked and nodded. “Sure! Climb up on the table and give us a show, and I’ll consider sharing this hunk of meat with you.” “Wait, what?” Jaune asked, but Blake was already clambering onto the table, rising before them, turning to present her thick ass packed tightly in her leather pants. Jaune’s eyes widened while Neon leaned forwards and rested elbows on table, chin on hands, eager to watch the show. “You two…” Blake murmured quietly. “You got me in a real state. I can’t believe I’m doing this…” With that, Blake squatted down and started to twerk for the two of them, bouncing her thick cheeks up and down. Jaune had thought he was done to the night, but at the sight of his friend shaking her ass in a primal mating-dance, he felt a stirring down below. Neon cackled when she felt him throbbing. “Keep at it, babe,” she said. “You’re getting the cherry boy all hot and bothered. Yeah, work it, just like that!” Blake obviously wasn’t used to this, but what she lacked in experience she made up for in catlike balance and agility, and soon her cheeks were plap, plap, plapping together in her pants. She huffed and puffed for precious air, arms crossed behind her head, looking back over a shoulder at Jaune. By now, he could smell her arousal on the air, pheromone-like, and the effect was immediate: his cock swelled drastically in his pants. He wanted to grab Blake and pull her into his lap, but before he could act, she straightened and began to strip. Her clothes peeled away from her body piece by piece, until she stood in nothing but her underwear. “How about this?” she asked smokily. By now she’d suppressed her nerves enough to fix Jaune with a serious, demanding stare, and as she stepped down from the table onto the couch, planting her feet either side of his lap, she even managed to scowl at him. “You made this happen, so you’d better take responsibility.” Jaune found himself staring at Blake’s soaked panties, her delicious cameltoe. He took a deep breath, then leaned forwards and kissed her pussy through her panties’ fabric, letting her know exactly how she was making him feel. She closed her eyes for a moment, then nodded and turned around, presenting her big, pale booty to him. “Watch closely.” Blake leaned forward, placing her hands on the table and starting to jerk her hips with sharp jolts, bouncing her asscheeks all over the place. Neon clapped and hollered in delight, egging Blake on as she steadily increased the frequency of her twerks, not only pumping up and down but in circles and from side to side, demonstrating that her booty was delicious from every angle. “Not bad,” Neon purred, and reached across to unzip Jaune’s pants – allowing his monstercock to spring up between Blake’s legs. Blake gasped when that towering pillar appeared – it was even bigger than she’d estimated from Neon’s belly-bulge – but she didn’t stop twerking, not even as Neon grasped that throbbing pillar in both hands and pumped it up and down. By now, clear juices were dripping through Blake’s thong, falling onto the tip of Jaune’s cock, lubing him up as Neon watched in naughty glee, the corners of her eyes wrinkling as she wondered how best to spice up this encounter. At last, her eyes dropped to Jaune’s cock, and she smirked salaciously to herself before leaning in to kiss, suckle, and lick at his glossy, pink cockhead. “Mmhn…” Blake focused on the task at hand. Blushing ferociously, she slid her slender hands down her waist and popped her ass out even further, almost offering it to Jaune and his massive dick. She huffed and puffed as she twerked for him, bouncing her thick cheeks to the rhythm of her own lust, biting her bottom lip harder as her butt smacked and clapped and thwap, thwap, thwap— “Gah!” Blake yelped as Jaune slapped her rump, giving it an open-palmed strike that carried all of his force behind it, jolting her forwards against the table. While she was trying to recover, Jaune slapped her ass again, and again, and again, jiggling her booty all over the place, making her cry out in a high-pitched wail as he toyed with her ass. “I’ve always wanted to smack this thing around,” Jaune gushed in excitement as Neon suckled on his monstercock, stuffing her cheek with just the head. He pushed his fingers up Blake’s thick thighs, palms upturned, and lifted her cheeks on his hands until his fingers had slid all the way through their bubbly masses, allowing them to drop and wobble heavily. “Jeez…” “G-Glad you like it,” Blake said, stammering over her words, too exhausted and electrified with lust to conjure up any kind of sass or backtalk. She had melted into a servile little kitten, unable to focus on anything but her needs, ultra-receptive to teasing words and touches. Jaune rested one hand on Neon’s head to guide her up and down while his other hand slid inwards, toward Blake’s soaking, panties-clad pussy. She was so wet that a web of clear juice now clung between her thighs, quivering as she panted for air. Jaune was panting too, his face red and his shoulders rising as the pressure grew and grew. His cock throbbed mightily in Neon’s stuffed mouth, and suddenly she released him from her wet entrapment, instead kissing and slurping up and down the broad flank of his monstercock. “Mmhn… Why don’t you decorate that ass?” Neon asked sweetly, and let Jaune feel her teeth graze against his sensitive shaft. That was too much for the blond stud: he gasped and thrust his hips up off the chair, his muscles spurred into unwilling motion as he hit a monstrous orgasm. “Hnng--!” Jaune half-closed his eyes and grit his teeth tight as thick bolts of cream erupted from his cock, one after another, sailing up between Blake’s shapely legs and splattering all over her thick, pale ass! Blake gasped in delight and dug her fingers into the edge of the table, bending forwards to her head was lower than her ass, mewling in deep, passionate desire as she felt the hot wash of the blond stud’s seed. He kept blasting while Neon kissed the underside of his cock, running her hands up and down it, growling sweetly into his hole-gouging meat as her eyes hazed with smoky, naughty pleasure. She loved watching Jaune hose Blake into a stupor; he was a fuck machine, and more importantly, he was her fuck machine; she could aim him at whoever she liked! Once Jaune’s orgasm subsided, Neon hopped to her feet, standing beside Blake’s quivering rump with one hand resting upon its pale horizon, offering it to Jaune with a wide grin on her face. “Gosh, look at this poor thing,” Neon purred, rubbing back and forth, sliding three fingers between Blake’s asscheeks to tease her tight pucker and slender, needy pussylips. The moment her digits touched Blake’s cunt, Blake surprised them both by seizing up and cumming hard, squealing as she bucked her hips back and forth, squirting like crazy all over Jaune’s erect monstercock! He sat stunned, wide-eyed, as Blake proved just how enamoured, just how addicted, just how cock-craving her body had become; she sprayed his shaft as though lubing it up, and even though he’d just blasted a monstrous load, he knew he was ready to keep going. He rose to his feet as Blake slid further down against the table, her ass refusing to sink even one inch. Jaune looked at Neon, who winked – and together they lifted Blake’s thighs, propping her knees up on the table edge! Blake expected to feel Jaune’s cockhead pressing against her pussy, but instead she felt his breath, hot and quick and staggered with lust. She eeped and looked down under her own tits, between her thighs, at Jaune’s muscular chest and neck pressing over the table edge. “What’re you--? Nnhh…” Her lips pursed in a sultry moan when Jaune’s lips pressed against her pussy, his tongue casually guiding her panties aside. When he covered her bare cunt, he wasted no time rippling his agile tongue around her quivering lips, bathing them in a tea of red-hot pleasure. Blake’s eyes blurred, and she slung her arm across her mouth to stop herself from squealing as Jaune started to eat her out. “How’s that?” Neon asked, looking back at Blake with an appreciative lick of her lips. “You’re a lucky girl, huh, getting serviced by such a big stud? Honestly, I’m a little jealous.” Her eyes snapped toward Jaune, teasing in their seriousness. “Why didn’t you do this for me!?” Jaune ignored her and kept on slurping, plunging his tongue into Blake now, rippling across her tight, sensitive inner folds. She arched her back and gave a deep, throaty moan, her yellow eyes rolling back in her head while her eyelids and cat ears drooped. Her groans became much lower as Jaune task into his task, her squirms subsiding to the occasional twitch and arch. Juices dripped heavily from Jaune’s chin as the sound of his tongue exploring her soaking folds filled the booth. Jaune had no intention of stopping until he made Blake cum hard: as he worked, Neon sat back on the table, parking herself next to Blake while tenderly trailing her fingers up and down the girl’s sweaty back. “Some girls get all the luck… I hope you appreciate this, Blake; not just any woman gets to join this harem.” At the mention of a harem, Blake’s cheeks flushed an even darker shade of red, and she lifted her hips up higher against Jaune’s cupping mouth. He groaned and squeezed her thighs, digging his fingers deep into their plump surfaces while Blake rocked back and forth, humping and pumping her pussy into his kisses and slurps. She was close to the edge – that much was clear from her body language – but how much longer she could last, no one could say. Neon was getting pretty jealous; she crossed one leg over the other to disguise her own soaking wetness, biting her lower lip and regarding the naughtiness out the corner of her eye. Maybe she should have ordered Jaune to pound her a few more times before letting Blake join in… Suddenly, Blake’s voice rose in a shaky squeal, and she thrust her hips up against Jaune as she started to squirt like a broken faucet! Neon laughed out loud. “There she blows!” she cried, bringing a palm down on Blake’s trembling ass with a noisy, sweaty SCHLAP! As her bubblebutt wobbled, Neon leaned down so her chin was resting on the tip between Blake’s asscheeks, peering down at Jaune still hard and work, lapping up the catgirl’s juices like his life depended on it. “I’d better get some of this later,” Neon murmured to him, but received no response; as Blake slowly settled down, Jaune rose into a new position; standing up behind her and grasping her perfect asscheeks, shunting his cockhead up against her plump, needy pussylips through her completely translucent panties. She gave the sweetest little groan as Jaune tried to find his angle, swaying his hips back and forth… Slamming such a colossal dong into such a tiny hole was a difficult task, so he had to be sure… “Ha-ahhn…what are you waiting for…?” Blake whined. “This…this is abuse…” “Hold your horses,” Neon crooned. The skater girl was enjoying this – putting Jaune out to stud – way more than she should; she wore a thoroughly evil grin that only gained definition as Jaune leaned over Blake and dug his fingers into the doughy masses of her asscheeks. Blake’s lust was raging, in uncontrollable heat; her pussy felt like it was melting; and Jaune was filled up with just about as much horny desire as a human could handle without passing out. Neon was certain she was about to witness something spectacular. Instead of slamming it inside, though, Jaune lifted his cock up high – and brought it down in a shuddering slap on Blake’s ass and back. She looked over a shoulder, scowling, unable to believe he’d tease her for so long and then steal away her moment of triumph. “What—” she said, then grunted in absolute bliss as Jaune rammed his monstercock into her cunt, stretching her open and punching her deepest depths in less than an instant. The impact made her lurch forwards on the table, her belly bulging, going cross-eyed as maddening pleasure filled her to the brim. Without waiting for even a moment, Jaune began to pound Blake mercilessly, slapping his hips into her bouncing asscheeks, causing sweat to fly off her glorious buns and sparkle in the air. Plap, plap, plap, plap! Blake wailed, unable to contain the pleasure Jaune was giving to her, unable to even comprehend what she was feeling. As her belly lurched in and out, back and forth, Neon slid a hand beneath her to fondle it, crooning at the feeling of Jaune’s massive fuckrod wrecking her insides. “Jeez…” Neon crooned in delight. “He’s using you like an onahole!” Jaune gasped in pleasure whenever his cockhead struck home, bashing Blake’s cervix so hard that she pitched forwards across the table, no longer able to hold her up on her arms. “Haaahn!” In the blurry edge of her vision, she was dimly aware of Neon climbing onto the table and grasping the metal stripper-pole at its centre, thrusting her hips out to show off her own cum-dripping thighs. “Hey, Jaune,” Neon said, her voice a little sterner this time, annoyed that he had been ignoring her. “Eyes on this.” She started to dance around the pole, stripping off her clothes piece by piece, dropping them onto the table in a growing pile. When she finally stood over Jaune in nothing but her underwear, she arched her back and pressed her belly to the pole, giving her own ass a smack before blowing a kiss at the rough-fucking pair. Her hips wiggled an intricate dance, tugging her panties out with her thumbs and then letting them spill down her hips, bit by bit, until she was able to kick them off over Jaune’s shoulder. She had Jaune’s attention now, and when she stepped over Blake, grasped Jaune’s hair, and guided his face between her thighs, he eagerly started to eat out her pussy. “Mmngh…” Neon trembled in bliss, leaning over him, caressing his blond hair against her stomach as he used his skilful tongue on her own needy cunt. Neon hissed between her teeth, every muscle in her body tightening, rolling her hips forward against Jaune’s mouth. “Fuck…eat me out, stud,” she murmured in the depths of pleasure. “Ohn…you’re so good at this, I think I’ll make you do it every day…!” He never stopped rough-thrusting, bashing Blake’s womb, bulging her belly. He pumped harder and faster by the second – especially when Neon’s pussy filled his mouth – and suddenly he was cumming, blasting Blake’s womb with a thick, fattening volume of cream that bloated her belly and made her eyes roll back in bliss. As he jerked against her, moving on muscle spasms alone, Neon growled and hit her own orgasm, squirting into Jaune’s mouth and feeling his tongue hungrily scoop it all up, digging her nails into the back of his neck-! “O-Oh fuck…!” The three lovers twitched and swayed together for a while, wincing and groaning and moaning, feeling the last vestiges of their energy drain away. At last, they sank back onto the sofa, where they sat with Jaune in the middle and two mostly-naked cat Faunuses nuzzling up beside him. He wrapped his arms around their waists and settled back into the cushions, breathing heavily. After such a massive orgasm, no man could hope to keep going… Just as he thought that, he felt cool fingertips spider-walk up his chest. When he looked down, he saw Neon and Blake peering at him intensely, their catlike eyes narrowed with desire. Neon licked her lips before saying, “So, big boy…shall we take this back to my hotel room?” There was no way – no way at all that any man could go on. He was exhausted, drained, spent. And yet he felt a stir, and knew his night wasn’t over just yet. Grinning dizzily, Jaune nodded. - As soon as they were in the room, Neon and Blake lost all pretence of control. They threw him onto the bed, and when he rolled onto his back they were already upon him: crawling up his body, thighs sliding over sleek, smooth thighs, their chests pressing across his bulge, his abs, his chest… They moved like the cats they resembled, licking their lips as they got closer to his face, making sure to press on all his most sensitive spots along the way. “Master,” Neon crooned as she nuzzled his cheek. “Won’t you pet this kitty? She’s been a good girl…” Blake was less willing to talk in such an embarrassing manner, and she looked away from Neon with a blush as she said. “Y-Yes…and don’t forget me…” Jaune rested his hands on their heads and rubbed behind their ears, making them both gasp in sensitive delight. He was surprised by the change that came over them, and as he scratched their scalps, he asked, “You’re sensitive there?” “Hnng…the dumb human doesn’t know…” Neon groaned, barely able to speak amidst the shuddering pleasure. “Our ears…ahn…” Blake bit her lip for a moment. “Our ears are…erogenous zones.” “We don’t let just anyone touch them…” Neon shook her head free and leaned down to bite Jaune’s earlobe, suckling on it gently. Blake, meanwhile, remained in her entranced state, eyes rolling slowly up and back as Jaune rubbed behind her big cat-ears. She quivered slightly, unable to do or say anything while all her attention was focused on the fingers pleasuring her scalp. At last, Jaune let go – and rolled on top of Blake with a massive heave. Before she could do anything to stop him, her panties were tugged out of the way – and her pussy speared by his massive cock. “Ah!” Blake cried, but then she was silenced by all of Jaune’s fingers scratching her ears, pinching and rubbing them, toying with her sensitive kitty-ears to see how best to pleasure her. She went cross-eyed, her tongue lolling from the side of her mouth as she twitched and trembled under his relentless assault. “Gluuh…” Schlap! Schlap! Schlap! Jaune pumped her hard and fast, and as his hips leapt, Neon cuddled up beside him, licking at his cheek with her long, warm tongue. “Master,” she sang into his ear. “Master…make sure you save some for me…” Jaune turned his head aside and bit Neon’s ear. The two girls manifested their Faunus nature in different ways; Neon with a tail and Blake with her ears – but even so, Neon’s human ears seemed just as sensitive as Blake’s, and she gurgled in bliss as Jaune tormented her. Once he’d stirred up Blake’s insides nicely, he pulled out and rolled over again, patting his lap. Neon knew what she had to do; she mounted him, planting her palms beside her master’s shoulders and making her pussy kiss his cockhead. “You’re cruel, Master,” she pouted. “Just…let me pamper you…okay…?” With that, she slooowly sank down onto his cock, mewling as he spread her open, her nails digging into his shoulders. Blake, roughfucked and then vacated, rolled and rested her chin on Jaune’s chest, peering into his eyes as he tensed and shuddered under Neon’s blissful pumps. She rode him up and down, her movements becoming smoother and longer as she adjusted once again to his size. Soon she was pumping so hard that her tits leapt with every thrust, her breaths coming in sharp gasps and moans. She leaned forwards, resting her forehead on his as her eyes shut tight, every atom in her body focused on wrapping his cock up in perfect bliss. “Master…!” Jaune was starting to feel overwhelmed by the kittens demanding his attention. Blake glared into his eyes, her stare seeming to beg for more ear-scratches – which he happily provided with both hands, making her shudder and huff and puff while he struggled to catch his own breath. Neon giggled in delight, pumping hard now, bouncing on his cock, making her asscheeks jiggle while her tits flattened across his chest and Blake’s cheek. “Hnngh…this kitty’s gonna cum, Master…!” Neon announced, briefly before arching her back and quaking in orgasm, squirting all over the cock that filled her up so wonderfully. Her toes curled, and she kept pumping through the overwhelming pleasure, whumping her hips up and down, baking her lover’s cock amidst her crashing, squeezing folds. “Ahhn!” Once she’d fucked herself to exhaustion on his cock, Neon fell to the side – and was swiftly replaced by Blake, who nuzzled her scalp into his collar as she rode his monstercock. Her hips were much more demanding, and as inexperienced as she was, she managed to thrust with even greater power than Neon. Schlap, schlap, plap, clap! Her pussy drank up his cock like he was its favourite meal, spurring Jaune to new heights of lust. Suddenly, he pitched forwards – sitting and then rising to his feet, arms wrapped tightly around Blake’s body. He fucked her standing while she bit his neck, spurred on by the pain to pound her harder, harder, harder! Her wails rang like music in his ears, and while Neon watched from the bed, he thundered towards his climax. He seized up, thrust his cock home, and exploded inside Blake – and her belly swelled once again as he injected a massive, blasting, churning load directly into her womb! “Haah--!” he roared in bliss, squeezing her into him as tightly as he could, wild jets of seed spasming out the sides of her pussy to wash down his thighs--! At last, Jaune sank back onto the bed, two blissful kittens snuggling up beside him, his arms around each of them. “Master,” they murmured occasionally, in a singsong voice that sent tingles up his spine. He’d never felt so warm, so loved, so admired… When they finally fell asleep in each other’s arms, they slept like logs, not waking until late the next morning. - Pyrrha’s face appeared on Jaune’s Scroll – but the person who answered wasn’t Jaune. Instead, Pyrrha got a clear view of a naked, sweaty Blake peering into the screen, her pale skin covered in pink love-bites, her cum-coated thighs rubbing hungrily together. “I-I think I got the wrong number—” Pyrrha said, but Blake cut her off. “Sorry, but Jaune can’t come to the phone right now.” Blake turned the Scroll so Pyrrha could see why: Jaune was brutally pounding Neon on the bed, fucking her doggy-style while she whimpered and wailed in delight, her tits bouncing beneath her. “Y-Yesss! Fuck me harder, Jaune--! Ahn…!” Pyrrha got a full view of Jaune’s muscular, sweat-glossed body rocking back and forth at full power, driving every inch of his gigantic cock in and out of Neon: SCHLAP, SCHLAP, SCHLAP, CLAP, CLAP! Blake held the camera on the rutting pair as Jaune hooked his hands under Neon’s chin and lifted her, forcing her to arch her back until she was looking up at his face. She wasn’t quite as ruined as he thought; she was still smirking wildly at him, her tail flicking at his chest as his hips bashed into hers. He gasped with pleasure and grunted, “You’d better not have…any other plans…while you’re in Vale. You’ll be spending all your time…with me.” “Hnnn… Wouldn’t have it any other way,” Neon crooned. All this time, Blake’s lust had been growing beyond controllable levels. Now she simply dropped the Scroll and hurried to join the pair, rubbing up against Jaune like a kitten and nibbling his earlobe, begging for his attentions. He hooked a muscular arm around her and groped her thick booty, squeezing it deep and hard, then turned his head to kiss her. On the other end of the line, Pyrrha stared at her Scroll in shock and horror, mouth slightly open, shoulders raised and rigid. “Whuh…” she exhaled. “Jaune…? Jaune, come and talk to me…” The screen showed nothing but Jaune’s ceiling, but she could hear each sweaty clap, each wild moan of pleasure. Even as Pyrrha bit her bottom lip and pulled her knees up to her chest, she slid a hand under her groin and started to rub at her soaking panties…
Title: [RWBY] Valentine's Day at the Club Chapter title: Getting-cucked-by-your-older-sister-is-pain Story Description: Yang wants to teach Ruby to be less shy. While trying to provoke her younger sister's jealousy, Yang finds herself getting riled up...and winds up rough-riding Ruby's crush. If you like my content, consider donating to my Patreon. Every bit helps! I'm making a lewd game, too. Check it out here. Anime & Manga: RWBY Story Content: Valentine’s Day at Beacon was…intense. Ruby staggered off the dancefloor, riding a faint buzz that made her cheeks glow a bright shade of red. Her shirt was partway unbuttoned, leaving her sizeable cleavage on display, and her ass rocked smokily under a tight black miniskirt. When she reached the bar and dropped onto one of the stools, Yang laughed and pointed to the barkeep. “One glass of milk for my little sister!” “I’m not a baby, Yang!” Ruby protested, but sighed and sipped her drink when it came. Yang leaned on the bar with her elbows and watched, grinning crookedly. If anything, Yang had been going twice as hard – both on the drinks and the dancing – as Ruby, but she was barely even sweating. The slight, pink tint to her cheeks was the only evidence she’d exerted herself at all; not surprising, for a woman of her build. Yang was showing off tonight; she wasn’t even wearing a shirt, just a tiny yellow bikini top that left her massive udders mostly on display. She delighted in showing off her body, in being stared at and lusted after. Her taut, toned belly and powerful thighs were on full display, her ass hugged by a tight pair of shorts, and every inch of her shone in the pulsing club lights, not least her beautiful golden hair. As Ruby sunk a little forwards on her stool, Yang reached across and smacked her ass with an open hand, making her younger sister cry out in shock and panic. “No matter how old you get, you’ll always be my baby sister. So…” Yang played with the straw in her cocktail, knocking the icecubes around. “Have ya scored yet?” “Yang…!” “Can’t blame me for being curious. Don’t tell me there’s no one here who interests you…” “I…aggh…” Ruby lowered her head and bit her bottom lip, glaring at her legs in embarrassment. Yang always did this – like all big sisters, she was insatiable in her quest to make her little sister a nervous wreck. She cackled in evil glee, then tossed back her head, drained the rest of her martini – neck pulsing with each deep swallow – and set her glass down with a thump. “Don’t worry, Sis; I’ll handle everything for you. For instance, look who just walked in!” Ruby half-turned and peered past Yang’s shoulder – and blinked, surprised to see Jaune and the rest of Team JNPR walking through the door. Jaune had never been here before, at least to Ruby’s knowledge; like her, he was pretty awkward about these kinds of things, and he suited a club environment like a fish suits a mountain peak. Ruby’s blush deepened, and Yang noticed. “Oho,” the busty blonde said, her violet eyes narrowing – and her massive, weighty tits, which had rested upon the bar until now, sagged somewhat against her ribs as she rose from her stool. “He kinda looks like a stud today, huh? How about I go say hi?” Suddenly, Ruby’s heart was thundering. What had changed? In the club, Yang turned into something that wasn’t quite her big sister – she let a fierce, whirlwind side of herself roam free, and Ruby didn’t feel comfortable letting that whirlwind scoop up Jaune. “W-Wait!” she said, but Yang was already striding away. Jaune had been left near the door, the rest of his team heading for the dancefloor right away, and he looked at a loss for what to do…until Yang, the glimmering temptress, jiggled right up to him and clasped his wrists in her hands. Ruby was on her feet, following. She couldn’t hear what Yang was saying to him, but her eyes were narrow and her lips curled in a grin and her chest pushing closer to his with every sentence. Jaune looked like he could barely concentrate; he’d never seen Yang like this before, and his blue eyes kept dropping to her shiny cleavage, his breaths thinning. Ruby caught up just as he responded, stammering weakly: “G-Go with you? Where? O-Oh, hey, Ruby…” He glanced at Ruby in equal amazement, scanning her body with his lips slightly parted. His innocent mind was ill-equipped to process the busty sisters, to compartmentalise them as the same girls he worked and trained alongside. He was still totally off his guard when Yang tugged his wrists, leading him through the crowd and toward a door at the back of the club. “Come on! It’s gonna be fun, believe me… Oh, and Ruby can come too, if she wants…” Yang cast a sly smirk in Ruby’s direction, nearly freezing her solid, but the redhead followed a moment later. They left the pulsing, vibrating dancefloor and passed a few couples making out against the wall, before barging through the door and into a long corridor backstage. “Are we even allowed to be here?” Jaune asked in a low voice, tugged along by Yang despite being bigger and bulkier than her. “I-I’m pretty sure my team wants me to come dance!” “Dance with us instead,” Yang purred, turning to him at least – and Ruby gasped as her big sister cupped his cheeks between her hands, rose on her tiptoes, and pulled him down into a deep, hungry kiss. “Mmhn…” Yang slid an arm around him, pulling him close so her tits squished across his chest and out to the sides, grinding against Jaune as she dragged her tongue along the roof of his mouth. Jaune’s eyes had gone blurry; the helpless virgin was completely out of his element, and now his brain was swimming in an ocean of melted honey. Yang didn’t relent; her other hand dropped between their thighs, rubbing her own crotch briefly before seizing Jaune’s thick, swelling package and squeezing it through his pants. “Fuck, you’re a big guy,” she murmured as she broke the kiss. “My little sister has a good taste in men.” “Yang…stop this!” Ruby cried out, her voice hoarse and straining. “Can’t you see he can’t take it?” “It’s not him I’m worried about,” Yang huffed, still fondling Jaune’s growing bulge. “I’m worried I won’t be able to take it. Hah…in fact, I’m kinda hoping for it…” Ignoring Ruby’s distress, Yang kicked open the nearest door and dragged Jaune through. It was a large-ish janitorial closet, with enough space for Yang’s purposes. Without hesitating, she pushed Jaune against a wall and kicked her right leg high – so high her heel rested over his left shoulder as she leaned in and started to stroke her soaking cameltoe over his cockbulge. Ruby stood in the doorway, her chest heaving drastically as watched her depraved sister at work. Yan chuckled hungrily under Jaune’s chin while he moaned in helpless pleasure, shimmying and rippling her hips with catlike precision and grace, sliding her hands all over his muscular stomach and chest, pumping her clothed cunt against his cock. “It’s time you learned a valuable lesson,” Yang told Ruby, grasping Jaune’s collar in a tight fist. “If you don’t take what you want…nngh…someone else will take it first!” She bucked her hips, and the front of Jaune’s pants darkened. At first Ruby thought he’d cum, but his cock stayed rock-hard; was all that thick slime nothing but pre? She bit her bottom lip at the mere thought of it. By now his trouser-snake was bulging almost to his knee, a slab of fuckmeat that defied logic and reason – and Yang was thrilled. She dropped her leg at last, no longer pinning Jaune to the wall, and instead dropped into a deep, ass-popping squat as she unbuttoned the blond stud’s pants. “Jaune,” Ruby breathed, but he was too hypnotised by Yang to respond. She leaned in to pinch his boxers between her teeth, tugging them down along with his pesky jeans – and inch by inch, his massive cock came free. It throbbed visibly, braced by veins as thick as Ruby’s fingers from the base all the way up to the ungodly mushroom-head. When the fabric cleared his tip, it became clear that his monster was drooling with hunger, producing a near-constant stream of sticky precum that drizzled into the seat of his pants. Yang hummed and cupped her palms under the flow, gathering up a heady glob of the stuff before bringing them to her mouth and slurping it all down. Schlrrrp! When she was done, strings of gooey precum dangled from her smirking lips; she sucked them up and swallowed. “Mmn, fuck. Hey, Jaune,” Yang said casually, grasping his cock around the hilt. “Ever felt a girl’s throat wrapped around your dick?” “What--?” he asked dimly, then gasped, electrified, as Yang plunged onto his cock without a second thought. Her jaw jolted to its limit, her violet eyes flaring to red, her neck bulging as it took his giant fuckslab inside. Gullgk! She pressed all the way down to the base, gargling around every inch of his ungodly cock while Ruby watched in horror. Her crush was being – devoured, by her big sister! Even as she bit her fingertips and moaned around them, Yang folded her arms behind her back and assaulted Jaune’s groin with rough, gagging throat-thrusts! Guck! Gulk! Ghhughk! Her lips drew lines of gooey drool up and down his monstercock, her eyes watering from the intense throat-stretching, her giant tits jiggling with each impact. She swallowed Jaune’s cock like a machine, pounding it down her gullet with such force that even her butt wobbled when she slammed her face into his pelvis. Her golden hair shimmered down her back, tumbling and flying around as sweat glossed her perfect skin. If she had been under the disco ball, she would have twinkled like a star – but here, in the janitor’s closet, she merely gleamed like a whore. Guck, guck, guck, guck, guck! She pumped faster and closer to his hilt with each passing second, treating her throat like nothing but a toy for pleasuring Jaune’s colossal dick. Ruby realised, with a small whimper, that she was rubbing herself in desperation, one hand under her skirt, the other fondling her own tits. “Nnnugh…Yang…” How could you? The question went unsaid, as Ruby moaned again – a deep and dirty moan, a sound she’d never imagined her own vocal chords making. Yang ignored her and kept pummelling Jaune’s dick with her throat, flinging spittle all over her own tits – until, at last, she bottomed out and held herself there, gurgling, flexing her throat around every last inch of his monstercock while he squirmed and groaned helplessly. She held his stare with her own, hungry glare…as she slowly pulled back, trailing her plump lips up his shaft in a stretched-out duckface, until she was kissing just his tip, tossing and flicking it on her tongue, making him arch his back and grip the wall. When she finally spat out his dick, she jerked it in a fist and glowered at him. “What the hell? How have you not exploded yet?” Yang nibbled the right flank of his slime-strewn cock, thinking deeply. “Mmn…I guess this thing needs something a little more…high-impact.” She rose and stretched, then licked around her cum-flavoured lips and turned. She dropped her shorts and undid her bra, winking at Ruby as her oversized tits dropped free. Then the muscular slut reached back, grasped Jaune’s dick, and bent over so she could press his tip to her soaking, hungry cunt. “Hah, finally… Watch close, Ruby; here’s your lesson for the day!” Jaune gasped, Ruby yelped, and Yang moaned as she launched her hips back and squished her buttcheeks across the stud’s pelvis. SCHLAP! Her pussy stretched wide, her belly bulging around Jaune’s monsterdick as he plunged balls-deep into her drooling womanhood! She held herself there for a moment, eyes rolling back in her head, naked tits hanging low, until she regained her focus and met Ruby’s gaze. “Fffuck,” Yang growled, and started to RAM herself back and forth, schlurping her thirsty cunt up and down Jaune’s throbbing bitchsplitter, making her tits swing and her asscheeks clap, clap, clap against his hips. She bent lower, fingertips touching the floor, wielding her ass like a sledgehammer, trying to pulverise Jaune’s pelvis with superhuman slams, gasping each time he bottomed out in her womb! “Fuck, fuck, fuck--!” Yang nearly bit her tongue as she came, spraying Jaune’s heavy balls and broad thighs with high-pressure squirt, losing her mind to the pleasure! “I-I’m cumming…on your crush’s cock, Ruby! A-Are you watching!?” She clenched her teeth and shuddered in bliss – and then blinked as Jaune’s hands clapped down on her waist. “Huh?” Jaune leaned forwards and started to RAM Yang’s cunt with the heaviest, loudest, most impactful thrusts she’d ever experienced. Her eyes tipped back as he thundered in and out of her womb at an insane pace, stretching her pussylips back and forth, making her cunt squelch and slap and pop to the tune of his rampage-pumps! Her tits swung as high as her face, spanking her cheeks and then her abs again and again as the big, awakened stud fucked her like a disposable doll. “Huaaghhn!” she squealed in amazed bliss, no longer able to support herself with her hands; Jaune held her fast, not letting her drop or find purchase, treating her pussy exactly how it so desperately needed to be treated. CLAP, CLAP, PLAP, CLAP, PLAP--! Jaune groaned as he worked, fucking well beyond his own limits, only able to thrust this hard because Yang had stirred something deep within him. He wasn’t just pounding her – he was mating with her, animalistically cramming her cunt with all the dick she’d ever desired, slapping his balls against her thighs so powerfully she’d definitely bruise by morning! “R-Ruby, this is…amazing…!” Yang hollered between squeals of deep pleasure. “He’s…ungh, so strong…!” Her voice faded out as she came again, showing her sister an obscene, tonue-flopping ahegao! “Gu-heee~!” Ruby, for her part, was trembling, squatting against the wall and hopelessly schlicking her cunt inside her skirt, watching Jaune brutally wreck her big sister. Jaune leaned further forwards, covering Yang with his body as he forced her onto all fours, slapping his insanely huge monsterdick in and out of her juicy pussy faster than any man should have been able to. He made her belly punch the floor again and again, thrashing her womb around inside her, pushing her busty blonde further than any other woman could take. He pulled her hair, slapped her ass, and hammered her with all the fury he could muster – all while Ruby watched in shock, horror, and pleasure. Jaune’s stampede came to an end when his orgasm finally hit. He threw himself forwards, pressing Yang beneath him as he went balls-deep and flooded her womb with a hot geyser of splooge. He grunted and twitched, his cock throbbing and balls tugging taut in their sack, unloading a vast volume of cream into Yang’s womanhood. Cum drooled and dripped out of her, forming a pool under her trembling thighs, while she growled into her own squished-up cleavage. Jaune squeezed her hair tightly…until he’d spurted every last drop of his seed into her…and then he slowly pulled back, withdrawing his cock from the squishy sleeve of her cunt with a series of depraved squelching sounds. At last, he slumped on top of her, panting heavily, his cock drooping over one of her asscheeks and oozing excess seed down her thigh. It was some time before Yang managed to lift her gaze to Ruby, who sat panting on the other side of the room, her dress drenched with her own orgasm. She was bright red and sweating, her hair a mess, her eyes distant. Yang grinned evilly, and as exhausted as she was, she managed to speak. “Hey, Rubes… Head back to the club; we’ll be with you soon, okay?” Ruby stared at them for a moment longer, her lips slightly parted…before nodding and slowly, dizzily climbing to her feet. She left the closet, and Yang laughed under her breath. “That girl… At first, I thought I’d encourage her to go after you, but once I felt that cock in your pants…I knew I had to have you all to myself…”
Title: [RWBY] White Mage Jaune Chapter title: Restorative-Plapping Story Description: An innocent healer gets sexually tormented by a big, barbarian Yang! - Champion of Venus, my lewd visual novel, is out now on Steam and Itch.io! Join Rayne for an adventure packed with the kinkiest scenes you've ever seen in a video game. Anime & Manga: RWBY Story Content: Jaune dropped onto the barstool and ordered himself a drink. An adventurer’s life was an exhausting one, scrapping with goblins in caves for low-level loot, then tromping home and exchanging it for the handful of coins he’d use to pay for his next meal. The high-level adventurers had it made, but no matter how hard Jaune tried, he always seemed to remain stuck with the rabble. Maybe it was his choice of profession. White mages couldn’t work alone; he had to share the prize with whoever he could convince to let him tag along. His drink came soon enough, and he tossed it back – giving a grateful sigh after taking a few big gulps. He’d make the big-time soon enough, he knew, if he just stayed optimistic. It was difficult to climb up from the bottom of the barrel, but countless heroes had done it before him…and sometimes they dragged their white mage companions with him. All he needed was one good quest to his name, one noteworthy deed that’d earn him those sweet higher-level contracts. For now, though, pest control and relaxing in the guildhall tavern was his life. He lifted his mug once more— --and paused as he felt, rather than heard, the footsteps approaching him. A shadow fell across him, deep and dark, and he felt eyes boring into the back of his neck. “You,” said a deep, feminine voice. It carried enough force to make his back straighten and his jaw set. He started to turn, to rise from his stool – but he needn’t have bothered. In the next moment, a gasp went up in the tavern – as a pair of hands wrapped around Jaune’s waist and hoisted him bodily into the air. “W-Wha--!” Jaune cried out as he was tossed over a muscular shoulder and carried across the room. He saw nothing of his attacker except her firm, muscled back and her huge ass shifting with each stride of her column-like legs. He kicked and squirmed, but she held him sternly, not budging an inch. A few whistles and cat-calls followed them across the tavern floor. Jaune looked into the suddenly-amused faces of the adventurers they passed, his confusion and panic deepening as he caught snippets of conversation: “—Yang’s caught another one—” “—feel sorry for his pelvis—” “—think he’ll even survive--?” And then they were going up the stairs, the wooden steps creaking under the massive woman’s weight as they climbed and barged into the nearest bedroom. Jaune cried out as he was thrown onto the bed, nearly breaking its legs from the impact. Then, and only then, did he see exactly who it was that had grabbed him. A towering woman, blonde and beautiful as she was powerful and fearsome. She wore little more than a loincloth and leather bra over her massive, jiggling tits, which heaved and trickled milk down their undersides as she stared at her prey. Sweat droplets ran down her chiselled abs and her broad sides, and her chest heaved rhythmically, pumping air into lungs the size of his torso. “I hear white mages give the best seed,” she told him sternly, her eyes burning with deep lust. “Give it to me.” “Wait, what…?” Jaune asked, but then he cried out as the massive woman grasped his clothes and wrenched them from his body – ripping away his robes with hardly any effort. He was rendered nude in a matter of seconds, and that meant only one thing – his massive, torso-length monstercock springing from containment to smack him in the collarbone! It barely classified as a ‘big dick’ for a woman of Yang’s size, but her eyes narrowed with satisfaction. “Good,” she said, and tore away her own clothes without further ado. The giant barbarian mounted him. Jaune had no chance to resist; he was subjected to the monstrous weight of the towering beauty, gasping and groaning as she pinned his chest with a palm and crushed her soaking pussylips around his cockhead. Smoooosh! “I don’t even know you!” Jaune cried out as Yang started to engulf his dick in her pussy. She shut him up by bending over him and shoving a breast over his face, filling his mouth with a thick nipple and squirting milk down his throat. Jaune gurgled and gagged…but then he started to gulp, rippling his neck around big mouthfuls of warm, delicious milk. It filled him with energy, electrified him and made him arch his back in a quaking spasm of bliss. “There we go,” Yang purred, before CLAP, CLAP, CLAPPing her hips down on him, swallowing his cock up in her pussy over and over again! Her huge tits jiggled and bounced against his face while her intensely powerful core muscles clamped down and squeezed his cock inside of her. “Oh! Ah! Ohhn!” She cried out in bliss, violet eyes lolling back in their sockets as she clobbered the white mage’s hips with her own. THWOP, THWOP, THWOP, THWOP! She hammered him without mercy, driving her pussy up and down to engulf his giant cock repeatedly, never pausing in her assault. She’d pulverise his pelvis before long, and she didn’t care one bit; all that mattered was satisfying herself with this giant dong! Jaune couldn’t let long amid all that pleasure. He yelped and crooned in absolute bliss, his balls clenching and gurgling, brewing up a truly titanic load to give to the pseudo-giantess. Each drop of her hips sent a wave of uncontrollable bliss throughout his body, made him quake and convulse as his cockhead punched her womb. Finally, he gripped the bedsheets, clenched his teeth, and erupted a gigantic, steaming load straight into her deepest depths! The barbarian moaned out loud as he filled her with a geyser-rush of seed, flooding her to the brink and then beyond. Her abs pushed out in a big belly-bloat, so inflated with semen that she looked heavily pregnant in moments. She clamped her thighs around him and snarled in bliss that she just couldn’t control, but she didn’t stop moving her hips – not until she’d milked every last drop out of him! - Afterwards, the barbarian beauty chuckled as Jaune stood over her, trying to hoist her thighs up to her shoulders. “Go on, little guy; I know you can do it,” she purred as he strained at her tree trunk-like legs. “Mating press me! C’mon, I know you— hnghh!” She grunted through clenched teeth as he slammed his dick into her pussy once again, filling her needy cunt with every last inch of his stupidly massive cock! The impact made her tits and ass jiggle, made her violet eyes turn crimson with bliss. And then Jaune was thrusting, prying her legs back to touch her shoulders as he slam-hammered her sloppy pussy into oblivion. She gasped with each SLAP of flesh on flesh, each time his cock bottomed out inside her and sent spears of golden pleasure hurtling up her spine. She clenched her muscles and held on for dear life, but Jaune was too strong, too frantic in his braindead affections for her to handle, and soon enough her tongue was waving outside her mouth, her eyes crossing, sweat rolling down her skin! Her golden hair lay across the bedsheets in a gorgeous tangle, growing messier with each jolt of her huge body! Jaune slapped his cock into her pussy with all his strength, having to use his healing magic to keep himself topped up and fuckin’ hard. PLAP, CLAP, CLAP, PLAP, CLAP, PLAP! He devastated Yang’s cunt with deep drills of his giant dong, harder and faster, until he couldn’t take it anymore – and he blew another giant load inside her. Yang’s belly was already swollen with cum, and now it bloated out even further, wobbling and gurgling and glunking as Jaune poured a tide of jizz into her womb. He thrusted even as he came, moaning and groaning, the pressure causing dense backblasts of sloppy, sticky splooge to leap from Yang’s cunt and fire around his hips, between his legs! Jaune kept on massaging his spasming cock inside Yang until he’d drained every last drop of his load inside of her. Only then did he flop down onto the barbarian’s abs and kiss the undersides of her giant, heaving tits, both lovers wheezing for air. “Can I…join you…on your next quest…?” Jaune asked in a weary, dizzy voice. “Ungh… Sure thing…” Yang groaned. “Only if you…can give me that…every day, from now on.” Jackpot, Jaune thought, and wrapped his lips around one of her nipples – bobbing his head to goad out her milk. He drank deep gulps, refreshing himself, turning her milk into healing magic within his own body…which started to make his cock hard again. When Yang felt him growing inside her, she grunted and stirred…then chuckled, and ran her fingers down his sweating back. “If you wanna go again, I’m game,” she purred.
Title: [RWBY] Whitley Schnee and the Foot-Long Surprise Chapter title: His-True-Self Story Description: Whitley Schnee has a secret hobby. When he's caught in the act, he must do everything in his power to avoid embarrassment...and avoid becoming a slave to big, fat dicks. Writing gay stuff for once is nice. I made a game! Original: Anal Story Content: “It’s not what it looks like,” Willow said tipsily, sitting up in bed. She looked at Jaune standing naked in the light from the corridor, then down at her own naked breasts and cum-drooling pusy, and gulped. “Okay, it’s exactly what it looks like.” She pointed a lazy finger. “Get him.” A moment later, Whitley was struggling with his arms twisted behind his back, both wrists clutched in one of Jaune’s hands. His face was a blushing mask of fury, clenching his teeth and jerking against the blond stud’s grip. He couldn’t help but eye Jaune’s huge, flaccid cock out the corner of his vision…while Jaune couldn’t help but eye Whitley’s perky, round ass packed inside those tight dress pants. There was something familiar about that ass… “M-Mother!” Whitley barked. “Tell this brute…to unhand me at once!” Willow regarded him flatly for a moment, then rose from the bed and stood over her son with arms crossed. “I don’t think so. What do you think you’re doing, intruding on your mother’s private time? You’re a bad boy, Whitley…” Jaune scowled. There was something about Whitley’s voice that sounded hauntingly familiar. What was it? That ass was fat, too: Whitley’s buns wriggled more than anything as he struggled helplessly in Jaune’s vice-grip. “Now, then,” said Willow, cupping her son’s crimson cheeks in her palms and staring down into his enraged face. “Come to momma.” - Whitley gasped for air, sprawling naked the bed with his perky ass thrust up high and his wrists tied behind his back. Jaune looked down on him with a mix of emotions. He’d always thought he was straight, and yet he was getting hard watching the squirming boy, his massive pillar of a cock rising to overshadow that perfect ass. Seeing Whitley from this angle, though, sparked memories of another encounter not too long ago – an encounter with Whitley’s elder sister… No way. Was it possible? Had this slutty sex pest managed to disguise himself as his sister? Had Jaune really been that drunk? At a loss for words, Jaune pushed his fingers through Whitley’s thick, round right asscheek and dug his thumb into the boy’s cock-stretched rim, tugging at the inside of his sensitive asshole and making him squirm. “Mmngh…” That moan… “Hey, you look good with a ponytail,” Jaune said grudgingly, more than a little thrown-off by the fact that he hadn’t realised his desire to go with Weiss. In the end, he supposed this was the second best thing. He continued to play Whitley’s rim, hooking his other thumb inside just to see how far it could stretch. Whitley huffed and puffed sharp breaths, burying his blushing face deeper in the pillows and trembling as his deepest desires were acted out – desires he hadn’t known he had before this night. “U-Unhand…nnhm…fuaah…” “You really had me going for a while.” Jaune stepped forward and allowed his cock to fall on Whitley’s ass, his cockhead plapping down directly on top of that stretched rim – stretched because he’d spent a long time tonight ravaging it. “You should be an actor.” “Y-You were just drunk!” Whitley cried in a hoarse rage. “And you – you came on to me like a rutting gorilla! What was I supposed to do?” “I can’t believe my son is such a whore,” said Willow beside Jaune’s shoulder, leaning her naked body against him. The tipsy MILF was smooth, shaved, and bountiful: her huge tits squished against Jaune’s muscular left arm as her lips hovered beneath his earlobe. He felt her hot breath against his skin, her fingertips trailing seductive patterns up and down his back… He grunted, his cock squirting an extra-thick dollop of precum directly into Whitley’s yawning asshole. The silver-haired boy didn’t stand a chance in hell of getting out of this situation – not that he wanted to. “Now that everything’s cleared up,” said Jaune, still sulking a little from the mix-up. He closed his eyes tight, and when he opened them again, they were blazing. “Let’s have some proper introductions.” He rammed Whitley’s asshole with all his might, slamming every last inch of his brutally-sized cock into the blushing slut’s guts. Whitley’s eyes shot up and back in their sockets, his teeth clamping together in a high-pitched croon as he was so ferociously penetrated. Clap! Jaune’s chiselled pelvis struck Whitley’s asscheeks with enough force to make them ripple, and he watched Whitley’s toes curl in pleasure as the boy’s belly bulged with the massive insertion. “Fuck, you’re tight,” Jaune groaned. “Can’t believe…you can take me…” Without waiting for a response, he started to thrust quickly and firmly, stirring up Whitley’s asshole while rocking him back and forth on the bed. Whitley gurgled pitifully, his chest dragging on the sheets and his chin on the pillow, staring at the headboard with strained eyes. “Ahn…mmn…ffhhuh…” He whimpered as Jaune fucked him, heavy balls smacking his own into submission, devolving him into a state of raw, slutty bliss. He was being made into Jaune’s cocksleeve, his squirming toy, nothing more than a tool for the muscular stud’s pleasure. His own cock was erect beneath him, and as Jaune heaved the power of his body against Whitley’s smaller, much frailer form, the petite boy spurted a frantic load all over the bedsheets. “Did I really raise such a slut?” Willow asked, kneeling at the bedside to watch her son’s face. He tried to turn his head away, but Willow grasped his chin and made him look at her, holding eye contact while he was so roughly drilled. Jaune gasped with pleasure, overwhelmed by the sensation of Whitley’s insides gripping his cock. He had to wonder: could Weiss’s pussy ever match up to Whitley’s asshole? Based on the sheer pleasure rushing through Jaune’s body, he somehow doubted it. He grasped Whitley’s hips and started to pound him, piston-pumping his tight ass like a machine while he whimpered and groaned and pulled the pillow around his face. Willow reached firmly out to press the pillow down, not letting her son hide his shame from her. She wanted to see all of it: his expression shifting between different degrees of pain, pleasure, and anger as Jaune’ massive cock lurched almost as deep as his chest cavity, coring him out like few woman had ever experienced. Jaune kept on pumping hard and fast until he felt his orgasm approaching. Drawing a hissing breath between clenched teeth, he lifted his shoulders high and tried to resist the impulse, but it was far too powerful: Willow’s glare turned on him, and he knew she wanted to see her slut of a son pumped, so he dropped his defences and rammed Whitley without mercy. SCHLAP, CLAP, CLAP, CLAP! His thrusts rippled Whitley’s asscheeks and battered his balls, stretching his insides mercilessly around that giant, veiny fuckpillar. Whitley came again, going cross-eyed and pursing his lips with pleasure as Jaune’s colossal cock pummelled his guts three or four times a second. The stream of sensation was just too strong for Whitley, who thought he’d pass out at any moment. Suddenly Jaune’s chest was bearing down on his back, chin resting on his head, one arm sliding around his waist and the other around his neck as the stud bottomed out and erupted inside Whitley. “Nngh--!” Jaune tossed his head and growled in pleasure. His monstercock fattened…and blasted thick, white ropes of cum, each big enough to fill a cup, one after another sloshing through Whitley’s insides while the boy tensed and trembled in Jaune’s big arms. Whitley couldn’t properly process what he was feeling, and so his brain translated it into something much more understandable: he was being bred by a bigger, stronger male, his mind and body made to submit under Jaune’s heaving weight. Whitley twitched and trembled pathetically. This was the purest bliss he’d ever felt. Did he…want to be the mating-slut of a big, muscular stud like Jaune? A cross-dressing twink who bared his ass for men? Everything in his upbringing railed against the suggestion, but here, baking in the heat of his lover’s body, pounded like a whore and pumped full of cum, there could be no doubt of Whitley’s true nature. Once Jaune had drained every drop inside Whitley, he pulled back, watching his cock dislodge from that tight, gripping asshole inch by slow inch. Whitley shuddered and clenched his fists behind his back, overwhelmed by the sensation of Jaune’s massive member withdrawing through his insides. Finally, Jaune escaped Whitley’s grip and whapped his cock on the cum-oozing boy’s thighs, breathing heavy breaths. “Ha…haah…” Jaune stared at Whitley’s now-gaping rim, the thick splooge pouring out of it. Willow stepped behind Jaune and started to massage his shoulders, grinning down at her twitching wreck of a son. “I think he’d make a better wife than either of his sisters,” Willow murmured. Her voice made Whitley croon and tense. She trailed a hand down Jaune’s abs and onto his giant cock, nursing it so it wouldn’t go soft. “Rest for a few minutes – and then we’ll treat him to something special.” - “Wh-what are you planning?” Whitley growled, hands resting on Jaune’s thighs. The blond stud sat on the edge of the bed, his erect cock standing up at a diagonal angle and looming over Whitley’s snarling face, drooping ropes of cream onto his adorably furious features. Whitley didn’t even attempt to wipe the cum away: he just let it ooze down his face while his trembling increased. Willow knelt beside her son and wrapped a hand in his hair. “We’re giving you what you want, darling,” she purred, pressing his face into the thick mass of Jaune’s dick. Whitley’s eyes might as well have turned into love-hearts: when he felt Jaune’s warmth against his skin, he bit his bottom lip and crooned sweetly. Willow grinded his face up and down Jaune’s cock, then pulled him back so that giant, veiny mast could fall down. The pink glans now hovered in front of Whitley’s mouth. The boy extended his tongue towards it, but Willow held him just out of reach. “Say ‘please’.” Whitley stiffened…then took a deep breath and said, “Please…let me suck your cock…” Jaune was amazed by Whitley’s behaviour. He was, at the same time, a back-talking brat and a docile slave, desperate to stuff his body with cock. When Jaune grasped his massive cock and bounced it up and down, Whitley’s eyes followed. At last, Jaune held his cock before Whitley’s maw and watched the boy press onto it, hungrily stuffing his cheeks with the fattest dick he’d ever seen. Whitley grumbled happily on Jaune’s cock, bobbing his head, sucking like the slut he was…while Willow tightened her grip on his hair. “Now, then,” she purred. “It’s time to learn your new duties!” Even Jaune was shocked when Willow pushed her son’s head forwards onto his cock, forcing that giant mass down Whitley’s throat! “Glrrhkk!” Whitley’s eyes flew wide open, his slender neck bulging around Jaune’s giant girth. Before he could respond, his mother started to ram him up and down Jaune’s cock without restraint, grasping his head with both hands and using him as an onahole to pleasure the blond stud. And Jaune was pleasured: his blue eyes hazed with bliss, and he squeezed the base of his cock tighter as Whitley’s throat sleeved him. Hot and rippling, massaging every inch of his dick… Soon Whitley’s lips kissed his fist, and he unwrapped his hand so the boy could swallow the rest. Willow showed no mercy: as soon as the way was open, she leaned forward and crammed Whitley’s face all the way down to Jaune’s hilt, squishing his lips against the stud’s pelvis and leaving him there. Whitley coughed and spluttered on a throatful of dick, eyes watering pitifully, squeezing Jaune’s thighs… He started to slide back…but before he could go all the way, he thrust forward of his own accord, and again, and again. “Ghurk….ghluk…hrrk…” He fucked his own throat on Jaune’s monstercock, so full of thirst for Jaune’s dick that he was willing to push his own limits. Soon he was pumping quickly back and forth, squawking and croaking on cock, drool coursing down Jaune’s balls from Whitley’s squelching throat. Though covered in sweat, drool, and tears, Whitley’s face was full of determination. Jaune thought effort like that deserved a reward, so he hooked a thumb into Whitley’s lip and groaned as he came. A searing bolt of heat seemed to course up his cock before exploding into Whitley’s stomach, filling it completely with cum in one or two shots and proceeding to flood the rest of the boy’s insides. Whitley shuddered and squinted, but kept himself lodged on Jaune’s dick until the blond had fired his final few shots. Whitley held Jaune’s gaze…until his mother grasped his hair again and wrenched him back. SCHLURRKK! Whitley’s mouth burst off of Jaune’s slimy, shiny monstercock and immediately hosed a geyser of semen high in the air, drenching his own body in a tide of white splooge. By the time he stopped spraying, most of his torso was coated in nutslop. It was hard to believe such a deluge had come from Jaune’s balls. Whitley gurgled…sank onto all fours…and then whimpered as Willow lifted him again. He breasts kissed his back, her lips by his ear. “Well, slut? Have you learned your lesson?” “Nngh…wh-what’s that, mother…?” “Then evidently, you haven’t learned it.” Willow wrapped an arm around her son’s slender neck and leaned more heavily against him. “The lesson, dear, is about where your true talents lie.” “A-Ah. That…” Whitley coughed violently again, strings of spunk-infused drool dangling from his lips. “But I’m the heir to the company. How can I…?” He caught his bottom lip between his teeth once more, his taut chest heaving in and out rapidly as he stared at Jaune and that massive monstercock. “I see. I’m not…qualified to inherit anything. I…I want his cock…” “You’re finally being honest with yourself,” Willow purred, and smacked Whitley’s ass. “Good boy. Because you learned your lesson, this big fellow’s going to fuck you all night long. Isn’t that right, Jaune?” “I, uh…” Jaune swallowed as his cock throbbed to life again. “Actually, no.” He rose to his feet, towering over the mother and son. “I’m gonna fuck you both all night long.”
Title: [RWBY] Whitley Schnee and the Foot-Long Surprise Chapter title: Willow-and-Her-Escort Story Description: Whitley Schnee has a secret hobby. When he's caught in the act, he must do everything in his power to avoid embarrassment...and avoid becoming a slave to big, fat dicks. Writing gay stuff for once is nice. I made a game! Original: Anal Story Content: Jaune returned to the party, dizzy and satisfied, unaware of the commotion he’d left behind. He couldn’t believe he’d finally scored with Weiss – it all seemed a little unreal, especially after the cold way she’d treated him up until now. While Team RWBY fussed over the crossdressing, cum-drizzling Whitley, Jaune re-entered the main hall to find it empty. The feast on the table had been mostly devoured: he supposed the guests had moved somewhere else in the mansion. The only person present, sitting on a windowsill half-obscured behind a curtain, was Willow Schnee. The white-haired MILF looked like an older version of Weiss, a tad more elegant and a lot more drunk, her shirt unbuttoned down to a huge, milky-pale cleavage that she certainly hadn’t passed to her daughter. Jaune felt immediately awkward, alone in a room with the mother of the girl he’d just pounded, but before he could turn away she called out to him. “Well?” she asked. “What are you waiting for? Come closer.” Jaune heard the drunken slur in her voice, but he couldn’t just refuse her. He walked across the large hall toward the window. She didn’t even look at him as he approached, but tapped the windowsill as an indication for him to sit down. Jaune reluctantly lowered himself onto the cushion. Willow’s face was flushed red, her eyes fixed on the blizzard outside the window. Jaune almost didn’t want her to look at him – while her gaze was out there, he was free to stare at her cleavage – but then she turned a vicious, simmering glare on him. Jaune tensed. Did she know he’d just finished pounding her daughter into a juddering, drooling, gaped-out mess? No, that was impossible, and yet— Willow grabbed his crotch. Jaune gasped as her hand closed around his massive bulge, squeezing his cock through his pants. She pursed her lips, a light of intrigue coming to her eyes as she felt just how huge he was. She promptly took her hand away and pushed herself toward him, her eyes now mere inches from his. Up close, Jaune realised just how incredible her body was: perfectly proportioned, filled out in all the right ways, a tipsy goddess breathing hot, peppermint-scented breaths against his face. “How much?” she asked. Jaune blinked. “Huh?” “Actually, it doesn’t matter.” Willow pulled the curtains shut, closing them into the cushioned alcove between the main hall and the battering blizzard. Her arms slipped over his shoulders, her breasts crushed against his chest, and her nose came to rest gently on his upper lip. “My husband can’t satisfy anymore. He never has the time. Male escorts like you are my only solace, so my standards are sky-high. Do you understand?” Jaune was baffled. Male escort? He wondered how it was possible to mistake another person’s identity so badly – but then, Willow was drunk, and already unbuttoning his shirt, and one more look at her cleavage was enough to make his doubts vanish. When she raised her head, he was ready: he cupped her cheek and kissed her. Willow’s eyes narrowed with amusement, and she one-upped him by sliding her tongue into his mouth, probing his cheeks from the inside. Her hand returned to his boner, pumping it in his pants, amazed that such an enormous sausage could grow and grow, fatter and bulkier, until the seams of his pants began to strain. When she finally broke the kiss, she was smiling faintly, panting heavily, and so obviously, visibly aroused that Jaune felt a rush of desire pour through him. He needed to fuck this gorgeous slut now, before the chance passed him by! Willow seemed to be thinking the same thing. Crooning in her silky, honeyed tone, she slipped to her knees in front of Jaune and rested her elbows on his thighs, fondling his bulge with sultry intent. When she grasped the buttons on his pants, Jaune tensed and grasped her long white hair. “Eager,” she murmured as she worked, popping one button at a time, freeing his heavy, vein-riddled boner still tucked in his boxer shorts. Her fingertips danced over the tip of his bulge, making it twitch and jump behind the fabric, each show of sensitivity making Willow’s expression crueller and more eager. She licked her glossy lips and grasped his cloth-swaddled cock, pumping it without removing his boxers. As a damp spot spread around his tip, Willow slooowly lowered her face toward Jaune’s bulge – finally planting her delicious lips against his cockhead and kissing it softly, letting him feel her tongue flicking over and around his precum-spurting tip. Her tongue rippled over his meat, collecting thick white seed on its pink bridge as his spurts began to seep through the fabric. When she pulled back and showed Jaune her open mouth, her tongue was soaked in cum. She held it open for a few more seconds, panting heavily, letting his cum dangle from the tip of her tongue – before whipping that slick muscle backwards, shutting her lips, and touching her neck with two slender fingers as she swallowed. “Mmmm…” Jaune needed more. Hooking his hands under his waistband, he tugged his boxers down and freed his monsterdick: it sprang free in a glorious display of meat, swinging up before CLAPPING down on Willow’s blushing face. Her tongue spilled out again, panting as she gazed at him around his throbbing member. She felt much the same as Jaune – overwhelmed, desperately horny, needing release. With deft movements she unbuttoned her shirt, exposing her pale breasts in their entirety to her rock-hard ‘male escort’. While Jaune gazed in awe at her enormous, smooth, buoyant udders, Willow grasped their sides and pushed them up and around his cock – starting to give him the paizuri of a lifetime. She bounced up and down, his cockhead bumping her lips with every SLAP of her boobs against his lap, waggling her tongue around his drooling glans whenever it was within reach. Her biceps clamped tighter and tighter by the second, intent on MILKING Jaune’s giant prick for all it was worth. Jaune couldn’t help but touch Willow’s boobs as they went up and down, trickling his fingertips over her erect nipples while she huffed and puffed and groaned her need athim. “Fuck…” she crooned. “Fuck, I want you inside me so bad…” Jaune leaned back, feeling like a king on his throne instead of a tipsy party-goer stealing a moment of fun behind a curtain. He stroked Willow’s hair…and then wrapped her white locks around his fist to RAM her down his massive cock. Willow aged as he penetrated her throat, plunging halfway down her slobbering gullet with a single thrust! Her slender neck bulged obscenely, turning red as she hacked and spluttered on his monstrous slab of fuck, eyes flinging back to stare at him – a wordless plea. Jaune gave her what she wanted: the bulge in her neck lurched up and down, up and down as he used her head like an onahole, cramming her gullet with more and more dick by the second. Drool poured down his shaft as her lips slid closer to his hilt, eased along by the bubbly, sloppy lube that was her saliva. He pressed her head down into the milk valley of her cleavage, making her face vanish between her gargantuan tits while muffled chokes and squelches sounded from within. Then her tits spilled off his lap and jostled freely while he hammered her throat at a frantic pace, speeding up, pumping her nearly stomach-deep with his brutal rod. Willow clung weakly to Jaune’s thighs, her nails digging into his skin as she struggled to contain his meat. One hand crept down her side…between her thighs…and then she was masturbating, mindlessly pleasuring herself as he fucked her face into a sloppy mess. “GLUKKCH-HGLOK-GLOK-GLOK--!” “Fuck!” Jaune gasped as he hit his orgasm, erupting down Willow’s throat so suddenly that he had no time to brace himself: a tide of seed rushed down the busty MILF’s gullet, flooding her stomach with audible sloshes and groans, filling her until the rest of her shirt buttons popped around her expanding belly and cum squirted through the seat of her panties – spraying from her asshole! Willow had no way to prepare herself for such a massive outpour, and held onto Jaune for dear like as he filled her: her teeth weakly gripping the base of his spasming monstercock, her chin sheathed between his huge giga-nuts which pulsed and churned into overdrive. Jaune came for nearly a minute, pumping his load through Willow until the puddle of cum beneath her spread under the curtain Fingers curled in her hair, he gradually pulled her head back – groaning in awe as he watched her mouth eject inch after inch of slimy mega-dick. Willow’s eyes were distant, her tongue drooping to her chin, making pathetic little slurping sounds that dragged the bubbles oozing down her tongue back into her stretched-out maw. Cum leaked from the corners of her mouth, from her nostrils…and dripped down her legs in fat, noisily-splattering globs. “Blukthh…” Finally, Jaune’s cockhead plopped out of Willow’s maw. He was still hard his mighty prick now glistening with a thick coat of rich cum. Willow moaned against his shaft, leaning into its warmth, peppering his girth with slow kisses that made him twitch and throb. “Amazing,” she croaked, her voice husky from the throat-destruction she’d just endured. “You’re…nothing like my husband…” “”Want me to get you pregnant?” Jaune blurted without thinking. His face immediately turned bright red while Willow stared at him in shock. After a while, she curled her hand over his cock and pumped it slowly, stroking the object of her worship. “You mean it?” she asked softly. “Mmm… I wouldn’t mind being impregnated by a gorgeous hunk like you…” Jaune’s heart thundered in his chest. What had he just gotten himself into? Willow was already rising, lifting her skirt to reveal her tight, hairless pussy inside her drenched panties. She tugged the fabric aside with a single finger, exposing her wet lips in all their naughtiness, and then laid her hands upon Jaune’s shoulders. As she leaned toward him, and her pussy slid across the tip of his cock, Jaune groaned and shuddered. This was too much, all at once, but he didn’t want it to stop. No…there was no doubt in his mind: he would breed Willow Schnee and give Weiss a new sibling. Following his dick’s orders, Jaune raised his head to suck on Willow’s tits – grumbling as sweet, fresh milk trickled over his tongue. As he swapped between her nipples, smooching and licking his way across her beautiful udders, the milk flowed more freely, until her white dairy dribbled down the surfaces of her boobs in twin streams. Jaune swallowed her milk, licked his lips, and then knitted his hands behind her back. He was ready. Willow drove her hips down so hard that Jaune cried out, his cock engulfed in tight, hot, oh-so-eager pussy. The rich MILF wailed as she began to ride him, jerking her thick ass up and down in meaty CLAPs across his thighs, her giant titties bounding with each impact. Jaune watched her big, pink nipples dance before his eyes, spraying milk in his face and over his shoulders, and he opened wide to catch the wild springs of MILFy dairy. Her sweet taste in his mouth, her perfect cunt servicing every inch of his cock, Jaune wondered if he was falling in love. Suddenly he lurched to his feet, lifting Willow into the air and fucking her standing. She wailed, letting her voice ring throughout the hall without shame or restraint as the SLAP-SLAP-SLAP sounds of their rough sex echoed off the decorated walls. Jaune walked forward, pushing through the curtain and staggering to the feast table – where he laid Willow down and hammered her even harder, lifting her legs up to her shoulders. Looking down at her like this, her massive boobs pancaked between her thighs, her tongue hanging to her cleavage in huge, desperate gasps…Jaune wanted to cum inside her more than anything, but at the same time he wanted this pleasure to go on forever. “I-I think I’m gonna—” he said thinly. “Do it,” Willow said, her voice slurred with bliss, grasping her boobs to stop them from covering her face with their bounces. “F-Fill me..!” - Whitley ached. Finally escaping from the girls, he hid in his room, showered, and changed back into his normal clothes. Lookin at himself in the mirror, he could almost believe the past half an hour hadn’t happened…but his sore asshole said otherwise. When he slipped a hand down the back of his pants, he was shocked to find he could slid his entire fist into his twitching pucker without difficulty – and the sensation made him bite his lip while the front of his pants bulged outwards. This couldn’t be happening. He wasn’t into guys – there was no way – and yet, when he thought about Jaune and his enormous, throbbing cock, his own stiffy throbbed and ached even hotter. Whitley rubbed his brow, opened a window until the cold made his boner go away, and composed himself. He decided to forget about tonight. Soon Weiss’s annoying friends would be gone, and he would focus his efforts fully on replacing Father as CEO. Whitley made his way downstairs. He paused before entering the hall, taking a few deep breaths, then laid his hands on the wooden door and pushed through— To the sight of his mother taking Jaune’s massive load. Willow howled as Jaune exploded inside her, bloating her belly with hot jets of spunk while Whitley watched, frozen in horror. Jaune had pumped him with more cum than he’d believed it was possible for one person to produce, and yet here he was, refreshed, unloading at full-force once again! Whitley realised his face was burning red – and then he realised the volume of Jaune’s load had surprised him mother than the sight of his own mother being railed on a table. “Wh-what are you doing!?” Whitley barked, striding towards the writhing lovers. His teeth chattered together, shoulders stiff, marching as though the floor was made of jelly. Jaune looked blurrily at him while Willow twisted away, refusing to look her son in the eye. Whitley froze as he got within arms’ reach of Jaune, staring at that massive, cum-coated cock pulling out of Mother’s gaping, trembling pussy. Before he knew what he was doing, Whitley seized Jaune’s girth in a hand and pulled it all the way out – then turned and tugged the blonde stud toward the door. “How dare you!” he snarled over a shoulder at the taller man. “Taking advantage of my mother like this! If somebody saw you, you’d be executed!” “Uh…have we met..?” Jaune asked, a little confused by the familiar hand wringing the base of his dick. Whitley tensed at the question, then shook his head roughly. Mother was already picking herself up off the table, staring drunkenly after the two boys. “I-I’m saving your life, you know! There’s a private room where you can dress,” Whitley growled. “You’d better be grateful, Jaune…” Whitley kept his eyes forward, no longer daring to look at Jaune – not wanting the stud to notice the drool on his chin…or the bulge in his tight pants. The cock in Whitley’s hand felt bigger than ever, and if it wasn’t inside him again within five minutes, he’d go absolutely insane!
Title: [RWBY] Whitley Schnee and the Foot-Long Surprise Chapter title: Yes-Homo Story Description: Whitley Schnee has a secret hobby. When he's caught in the act, he must do everything in his power to avoid embarrassment...and avoid becoming a slave to big, fat dicks. Writing gay stuff for once is nice. I made a game! Original: Anal Story Content: Whitley turned slowly, his icy blue eyes narrowed with intense concentration. One thigh slipped across the other, turning a hip, wrinkling his nose as he scrutinized his slender profile in the mirror. Yes, he decided, a thin smile of satisfaction touching his lips. He did look good in a dress. His sister’s dress, to be precise. Everyone was downstairs, busy with Weiss’s birthday celebrations. Father had the servants on high alert, ready to leap into action if any of her noisome friends happened to break anything. This entire wing of the mansion was on lockdown, which left Whitley free to pursue his hobby in privacy. He ran a smooth pale hand down his side, feeling the fabric conform to his taut shape. Compared to the stuffy business wear Father approved of, this was like wearing nothing at all. How much simpler things would have been if he’d been born the girl… But then he would be Weiss’s ‘little sister’, and that wouldn’t do at all. Shuddering, Whitley sat at Weiss’s dresser to arrange his hair. He’d become quite adept at this recently, quickly fixing his white locks into a facsimile of his sister’s ponytail – much shorter than hers, granted, but still adequate. He’d learned by watching her when they were young, when they…had gotten along better. Whitley almost felt a pang of regret that things had become so tense between them. A psychotherapist might have looked at Whitley’s crossdressing as a direct consequence of that friction, but Whitley didn’t think so. This was just his secret little hobby, and that was all. Hummf. At last, Whitley stood and presented himself, twirling in his heels. He was shocked to see himself smiling, glittering amidst swirling fabrics, a perfect heiress enjoying her fine clothes… He stopped himself, a little dizzy and a lot ashamed, holding the edge of the dresser for support. “What are you doing?” he asked quietly. “You’re even wearing her underwear, for the love of—” The door opened. Whitley froze, stooped over the dresser, his back turned to the silhouette in the doorway. He was glad the lights were off; only the moon cast its glow into the room. “Hey, who’s there?” came a slurred voice. Damn – it was one of Weiss’s friends! Sweat pricked Whitley’s face. If he spoke, he’d give the game away: his entire life would be ruined! Wait. Think. How would Weiss react? Whitley drew himself up straight. Heart pounding, he swiveled and mounted his fists on his hips, glaring at Weiss’s friend and hoping the dimness of the room, the drunkenness of the friend, and the skill of his impersonation would all work in his favor. “What are you doing?” Whitley demanded, marching toward the blond man. What was his name. “Are you an idiot, stomping into a girl’s room like this? What if I was n-naked?” Whitley was afraid of getting too close in case the moonlight caught his face and revealed his deception, but Weiss wouldn’t hold back. He marched right up to the tall blond and glowered into his blue eyes, furiously trying to remember his name. Then he gasped as the muscular man grasped his arms. “U-Unhand me, John! What do you think you’re—” Jaune pressed him slowly back, leaning on him for support. “Sorry,” the tall man said. “Er…I got lost, and…” He blinked. “Weren’t you just downstairs? How did you get here before me?” “I…took the secret route up.” “This place is so cool.” As the door clicked shut, Whitley began to panic. What if someone else came? What would people think of him then? He had to extricate himself from this situation before the worst happened. Glancing toward the bed, Whitley tried to smile. “You’re obviously drunk, John. Why don’t you lie down for a while? I don’t mind if you use my bed.” Perfect. Well done, Whitley. While John snoozed like the idiot baby he was, Whitley could run to his own room, burn these clothes, and change into his formal wear. His manly formal wear, for manly businessmen. “You’re blushing,” Jaune said quietly. Before Whitley could react, the taller man tipped forward against him – and suddenly he was lying on the bed, staring up into Jaune’s blue eyes. “Hey. You know, I used to have a big crush on you…” What… Whitley’s mind went blank as Jaune descended. What is this? What’s—? Then Jaune’s lips crushed over his own, and Whitley blinked. He didn’t understand. Jaune’s tongue invaded his mouth, stroking along his own slippery muscle, making it stir and shift gently. At last Whitley frowned…but he didn’t push Jaune away. When Jaune came up for air, strings of drool stretched between their mouths, quivering as Whitley panted deep breaths. “Ha…haa…” Now he was more confused than ever. He wasn’t gay – but then, why did he feel so hot, so unable to resist? “Wait—” he said, but then Jaune held his cheeks and kissed him again, deeper this time, and Whitley moaned into his mouth. Stop. Stop it. Whitley’s thoughts weren’t directed at Jaune, but at his own body for reacting in this bizarre way. His tongue slid out to meet Jaune’s, wrestling between their sweet lips. The feeling of the muscular body covering his own made him quake with unwanted desire, made him wrap his arms around Jaune’s waist… At last, Jaune pulled back – standing over the helpless, bleary-eyed boy and grinning confidently. “I always wanted to show you this, too.” Jaune unbuttoned his pants, and Whitley’s eyes dropped to gaze at the immense, boxers-clad bulge pushing through the gap. No, surely not… Cocks couldn’t get that big, could they..? Whitley groaned as Jaune dropped his pants, showing off the curvature of his massive, coiled-up, semi-hard fuckrod barely concealed by his grey boxer shorts. He squeezed his throbbing girth, bounced it up and down, and winked at Whitley. “You’ve gone quiet, Weiss. Got nothing to say?” “Nngh…” Whitley sat up, his chest heaving with deep breaths. “Wh-why would I say anything about y-your…your big, stupid, peasant dick?” “Because you’re staring at it,” said Jaune, and pressed forwards with his bulky boner. “Y’know, like you wanna taste it or something.” “T-Taste–!?” Whitley squeaked. His head was spinning, his mind melting. What was this meathead talking about? Whitley’s lips pursed tightly as Jaune curled a hand around the back of his head, tugging him slowly but persistently forwards. That huge boner filled more and more of Whitley’s vision – until, at last, the blond man’s massive schlong smushed against his face, separated only by the thin fabric of his boxer shorts. Whitley groaned when he felt Jaune’s heat against him, inhaled that potent infusion of sweat and musk… He was all too aware of his own erection sprouting inside his sister’s panties, quivering and twitching as Jaune rubbed his face up and down that throbbing mound… “If you like it so much, why not pull it out?” Jaune asked. Whitley raised his blue eyes to peer at Jaune over the heft of his monstrous bulge, cheeks burning red with shame. This can’t be happening, he thought as he raised his trembling hands to the waistband of Jaune’s boxers. I’m not…I’m not really feeling this … Whitley swallowed as he peeled the fabric down just enough to reveal Jaune’s pulsing hilt, as thick as his wrist and bulbous with blue veins. Whitley licked his lips without thinking – and when Jaune pushed him forwards again, he didn’t try to resist. His mouth and nose smushed against the exposed base of that monstercock, suckling gently, crooning hopelessly. Meanwhile Jaune grabbed his boxers and pulled them the rest of the way down, exposing his giant fuckrod inch by glistening inch. By the time it was fully exposed, an entire foot of brutally thick dong hung between Jaune’s muscular thighs, batting against Whitley’s flat chest and tummy as it tried to stand up straight. Whitley leaned back – and eeped as Jaune’s cock sprang up. It pointed directly at his lips, and as Whitley squeezed his thighs together around his own hopelessly twitching boner, a fat glob of cream oozed from Jaune’s tip and drooped toward the floor. Jaune cupped Whitley’s cheek in a hand, caressing him with affection, guiding him forwards…and Whitley opened wide to catch that dangling glob on his tongue. He went cross-eyed from the taste, groaning as he scooped his slick pink muscle back inside his mouth. He rolled Jaune’s jizz from cheek to cheek, sloshing it around his maw before tilting his head back, meeting Jaune’s stare, and swallowing deeply. “Mmnngh…” “Whoa,” Jaune said. “You’re really getting into this, huh?” His taunt broke the spell. Whitley froze again, realizing what he had just done – what his own terrible lust had made him do. He coughed and spat, avoiding Jaune’s gaze, hugging his slender arms across his chest. “Y-You’ve had your fun. Aren’t you satisfied yet..?” There was a strange shift in tone at the end of Whitley’s question, and Jaune grinned as he lifted the cross-dressing boy’s face once again. “Is that what you really want, Weiss? For me to go away?” Whitley said nothing: he just bit his lip and looked sharply away, sucking and blowing ragged breaths. Jaune smiled…then grasped his foot-long cock by the hilt and swung it across Whitley’s face, slapping him hard. Whitley’s pupils dilated, dazed and cock-shocked, and Jaune smacked his other cheek before smushing that delicious, drooling cockhead against his lips. At last, with great reluctance, Whitley opened wide – and Jaune guided his meat deep into the boy’s left cheek, bulging it outwards. Whitley’s eyes narrowed as his resistance drained away. Jaune grasped his ponytail and pumped his head back and forth, making his lips slurp and pop wetly along that colossal dong, drawing trails of bubbly spit wherever they stroked. Jaune rutted into one cheek and then the other, enjoying the feeling of Whitley’s teeth grazing his sensitive meat, warping the imposter’s lips into a variety of gooey stretches. Soon Jaune released Whitley – and was pleased to see him suck by himself, bobbing his head back and forth in shy yet loving strokes. Jaune winced and gave a gentle moan. “H-Hey, I’m about to—” Before he even finished his sentence, Jaune pressed Whitley down on his cock, smushing it into the boy’s squishy gums. A moment later Whitley felt a flood of hot cream spill into his mouth, firing out of Jaune’s pulsing schlong and filling his maw to the brim! His cheeks bulged around the sheer volume of Jaune’s load, fatter and redder, and he swallowed repeatedly just so the excess wouldn’t blast out of his trembling lips. Twin jets of cum burst from his nostrils, drenching the front of Weiss’s dress. By the time Jaune stopped firing, Whitley’s tummy felt hot and full, his mouth strained around a brain-melting tide of spunk. His eyes wavered. Cum dripped from his chin and down the fine material of his sister’s dress. He wanted to spit out the rest, but instead he found himself gurgling, squeezing his lips tightly shut, pinching his nose as he struggled to force a mound of seed down his throat. Jaune watched in amazement as Whitley’s neck clenched and flexed, glorping and slorching audibly with massive swallows. At last the boy managed to gulp down every drop, and his mouth burst open to pant heavily. “Ha…haa…ha…” “You’re amazing, Weiss,” said Jaune, and stooped to kiss Whitley’s forehead. Whitley’s first instinct was to pull away, but instead found himself nuzzling into Jaune’s lips, a strange warmth filling him. He was dizzy and exhausted, but…strangely happy. What on earth was happening to him? Gathering up the last of his strength, Whitley rose from the bed and moved toward the door. “This was…was fun,” he muttered, “but…I need to…need to go get changed…” Just as he grasped the door handle, strong hands flipped up the back of his skirt, exposing his perky, pearly-white asscheeks. Jaune groped them slowly but firmly, breathing into Whitley’s ear as the crossdresser stifled a moan by biting his finger. “But I’m not satisfied yet,” Jaune said. “And neither are you.” Whitley arched his back and gasped when Jaune’s cock, still rock-hard, pressed between his asscheeks and prodded at his pucker. Whitley knew what was about to happen, but instead of trying to stop Jaune, he pressed his palms against the door and shivered when his lover covered them with his own, larger hands. In that instant Whitley knew he wanted to be fucked. Jaune gave him what he wanted. Before another naughty thought could pass through Whitley’s dizzy little head, the muscular young man arched against him, pressing that huge cock through his panties and deep into his tiny, untouched asshole! Whitley’s eyes rolled back as Jaune penetrated him, stretching his panties into his little pucker like a condom until the fabric split apart. Jaune made sure the first few inches were secure, then coiled a powerful arm under Whitley’s chest and kissed his neck. “Ready?” “H-Huhhnn…I can’t…I can’t think…” “Good enough for me,” said Jaune, and slammed his cock balls-deep in Whitley’s ass. The crossdressing boy cried out as his belly bulged around Jaune’s footlong schlong, stretching him beyond anything he’d ever imagined. Then Jaune started to pump him hard and fast, fucking him against the door, making it rattle and THUMP-THUMP-THUMP in its frame! Whitley prayed no one was walking in the corridor outside: just in case, he tried to stifle his moans, but that quickly proved impossible, and soon his voice rolled out in whorish cries of ecstasy. Jaune’s hips slapped Whitley’s asscheeks again and again, making his round boy-butt wobble to the rhythm of their sex. Cum rolled down Whitley’s thighs: both Jaune’s and his own creamy squirt, which he hoped would go unnoticed. Sweat dripped from his hair and pricked his back and thighs, and soon he was reaching up and back, hooking his arms around Jaune’s neck, pinning their two thrashing, grinding bodies together. “Nngh…you’re so tight,” Jaune murmured beside Whitley’s ear, stroking a hand over his bulging belly. “You’re gonna make me cum again…” “C-Cum…please, cum..!” Whitley groaned – and moments later, Jaune erupted inside him, drenching his inner walls with shot after shot of cream. His belly was already sloshing full of cum, so the second load forced most of that jizz up his throat, and Whitley went cross-eyed as he spewed spunk from his lips and nostrils, splattering the doorframe with his lover’s seed. Jaune kept thrusting until he’d drained his balls completely into Whitley’s gorgeous ass. Then he groaned and, as Whitley sagged against the door, pulled slowly out of him. His massive cock drooped as it emerged, bigger than most dicks even when it was completely flaccid, and when it finally slipped out it left Whitley’s pucker gaping, winking, oozing white cream. Jaune staggered back to the bed, but Whitley could no longer stand: the best he could manage was to guide his fall, dropping backwards onto his knees and sitting on his calves, peering at the puddle of spunk spreading between his legs. “Ah…hah…” Whitley swallowed. Had all of that…really just happened? He looked back toward Jaune, who was already fast asleep on the bed, and smiled oddly. So it was real. And he’d just…he’d just been… He could think about his sexuality later. For now, there were more pressing concerns. - Minutes later, Weiss threw open the door to her room – and froze. Cum on the floor, the door, the bed. A pile of her own clothes lay discarded on the vanity, drenched in cream. And at the center of it all… “Jaune!” she yelled, hands on her hips, burning with rage. Jaune sat up on the bed and groaned, wiping his eyes. “Hey, hot stuff. What’s cookin’?” “What on--… Don’t you ‘hot stuff’ me! Did you jerk off with my clothes?” Whitley chose that moment to step into the room behind his sister, looking neat and refined in his tailor-made suit. His belly still felt strained with jizz, but he fixed his blue stare on Jaune and said, “I heard moans coming from the room. This lout must have sneaked inside.” He patted Weiss’s arm and gave her a smug smirk. “Perhaps you should choose your friends more carefully, big sister.” He left her there, quivering with rage, about to unleash her fury on the poor, nonplussed Jaune. As he walked down the corridor, he passed Weiss’s other friends coming the other way. His hip bumped the Faunus’s by accident, and unbeknownst to him, she turned and sniffed the air. Her cat ears pricked up. “Hey,” Blake said softly, catching Ruby and Yang’s shoulders to stop them in their tracks. “Wanna hear something interesting?”
Title: [RWBY] Yang Bangs Everyone Chapter title: Slutting-It-Up Story Description: A depiction of a day in the life of a certain busty brawler. - Champion of Venus, my lewd visual novel, is out now on Steam and Itch.io! Join Rayne for an adventure packed with the kinkiest scenes you've ever seen in a video game. Anime & Manga: RWBY Story Content: Another day waking up in a stranger’s bed. Yang wiped a fist across her sleepy eyes and gave a dull grunt as she tried to piece together the previous night’s events. She’d really gotten herself into a rough situation; the guy beside her was so bulky that his muscular chest shifted the bedsheets up and down more than her own! That was quite the achievement…and so was the soreness she felt in her groin. Scanning the room, Yang quirked her lips into a smirk. They’d done a number on the furniture, from the toppled chairs and table to the crooked picture frames on the walls. She recognised the pre-packed look of a love hotel, and she guessed her friend here would be paying extra for all the damage dealt. She intended to be out of here way before she had to deal with that. If only she could remember last night’s fun… Yang slid out of bed and brushed her teeth in the en-suite, but she didn’t bother brushing her hair. Her wild golden locks had gone far too crazy for her to deal with without hours of careful treatment, so she left her hair frayed as she strode to the foot of the bed, parked her hands on her wide hips, and peered down at the stallion in the bed. Hm. The bulge at his groin-level was pretty enticing. She should really leave now, before he tried to make her pay half for the repairs, but… A moment later, Yang grasped a corner of the blanket and hurled it back all in one motion – like a magician revealing a bunny in a hat. What she revealed instead was a huge, muscular stud sporting a colossal, wrist-thick fuckrod. Morning, wood even – it sprang up as it was unveiled, bobbing and twitching, completely stiff and hard. As her one-night stand stirred and grunted, Yang grasped his ankles and pulled. No one could deny the strength of Yang Xiao Long; though she was physically much smaller than the big man, she easily yanked him down to the edge of the bed. When she dropped his legs, his feet landed on the floor – and as he jerked his head up in shock, she knelt between his thighs and wrapped her boobs around his cock. “Hey there,” she purred as she began to rub her massive tits up and down, squishing and crushing them around his monstrous fucklog. “Sleep well?” “Huh…” The big male looked at her with bleary-eyes…and slowly let his head rock back onto the sheets. Yang snickered and kept on pumping, working her giant tits like the master she was. Thwop, thwop, thwop, thwop! She beat his pelvis with her heavy megatitties, sending ripples throughout her ultra-hefty chest. She pursed her lips against the underside of his cockhead, admiring just how huge his dick was; when her tits squished down to its base, it jutted all the way up to her face! No wonder her pussy was sore… She kissed and suckled on his crown, making it throb more violently by the second. He wouldn’t last long, but she wanted to make sure he’d never forget the coming orgasm…and so she opened wide, yaaaawning her mouth like a serpent and engulfing his cockhead in her hot, soaking maw. “Auhhm…” She bulged her left cheek around his monstercock and bobbed her head up and down, up and down, slurping noisily, wringing her plump lips around his throbbing meat…before pushing even further, loosening her jaw so his cock could pass neatly into the tight, rippling sleeve of her gullet. “Ghlrrrg…” “Oh, fuck…” he murmured, shifting on the bed as Yang swallowed his dick inch by inch. She didn’t stop – wouldn’t let herself stop – until her lips squished against the hilt of his cock, and her tongue could slither out across the surface of his big, sweaty balls. She gargled sweetly, never breaking eye contact…until a moment later, when she began to pump her face up and down, up and down his monsterdick, pumping her hot, clenching gullet his sensitive shaft and making him cry out in pleasured shock! He dragged his fingers into the mattress as he tensed up on the edge of orgasm, losing his mind to Yang’s intense morning blowjob… …and at last, Yang’s eyes narrowed like a predator’s as she felt him cum. He thrashed beneath her, twitching and jerking, moaning out loud as a hot rush of semen gushed into her belly. He filled her up, feeding her a heaping, nutritious breakfast as she gargled and suckled on the base of his cock. She kept fondling her boobs even though they weren’t touching his dick anymore, and she moved her lips around his throbbing, cumming cock to make sure he spurted every last drop down her hungry throat. Once she’d drained his load to her satisfaction, Yang dragged her lips slooowly up his shaft, inch by inch, until his cockhead burst from her mouth coated in slime and bubbles. She licked around his crown, then leaned back and watched her handiwork – one fat cock shrinking rapidly, sprawling over his thigh, completely worn out… “Ungh…oughh…” The big man stared at the ceiling, huffing and puffing, out of his wits for several minutes. When he finally regained his senses, he said, “A-Anyway, I’m gonna need some help paying for the repairs—” But when he looked around the room, there was no sign of Yang. - Later that day… Whap, whap, whap, whap, whap, whap! Sun and Neptune, campus police, swung their hips hard and fast, jaws clenched and eyes angry, pushing themselves to ensure Yang got the treatment she deserved – or rather, the kind of treatment that wouldn’t see her getting bored. Clap, clap, plap, slap, plap! They rammed their fat rocks into her, back and front, slampumping her throat and her sloppy pussy at the same time. She glarked and gurgled on Sun’s cock in her gullet, violet eyes rolled back and oozing tears, while her huge tits swung back and forth beneath her, beating together every few pumps to produce a nice clapping sound. Pussyjuice ran down her thighs and over her dropped skirt, mingling with precum. These two studs were nothing if not productive, and their hammering fervour was enough to get her going. She spasmed and clenched around their twin cocks, choking when she tried to moan. After a few minutes of hard pumping, Yang hiked herself up on her tiptoes and came like the slut she was – squirting all over Neptune’s thighs as he pounded her pussy into a stupor! Plap, plap, plap, clap, plap, slap! It was endless, relentless, frantic and painful…but so very pleasurable that Yang wanted it to go on four hours! …As if these two dweebs were capable of fucking for so long. She kept on glarking, her tongue draped from her wide-open mouth to cushion Sun’s big, fat balls whenever they swung forward. Her violet eyes flashed to red whenever a fresh convulsion of bliss went through her, arching her back as sweat made her body shine and her asscheeks rippled nonstop under Neptune’s hard pumping. “Gonna--!” Sun called out, and that was all the warning Yang got before the two studs slammed forward, curving her spine even further with the intense pressure. They trembled and jerked as they flooded her insides with massive, gushing jets of seed, pumping her guts and her stomach full of hot cum! They kept grinding against her for a long time, grunting and growling, their faces twisted in desperate bliss…until at last, they sank back and pulled out of her. Yang flopped face-down, ass-up right there in the hall, cum spurting from her abused pussy and drooling down her tongue. Her face was a reddened mask of pure pleasure, eyes out of focus, her lips tugged into a dizzy grin. Sun and Neptune looked down at her, wheezing for breath as they tugged up their pants. “Take that…as a lesson…not to run in the halls…” Sun said weakly, before the two men turned and left her there. - Later still… Yang thrust her pom in the air and hopped onto one foot, making her enormous tits bounce in her cheerleader outfit. “Pretty cute, huh, Cardin? Go, Beacon University!” A few seconds later, Yang was on her back; pressed down in a mating press with her thighs straddling her torso and her feet high above her head. She gasped when the big bully penetrated her, stretching her asshole instead of her pussy and making her eyes roll waaay back in her head! “Ouhhn---!” “Whore,” Cardin snarled, leaning over her so her legs couldn’t flop back down. He kept his grip tight on one calf while hooking the thumb of his other hand into her mouth. Her tongue flapped and lashed against it, goading him even as she gargled in sweet, uncontrollable bliss. When the muscular stud started thrusting into her, bulging her belly and stirring her guts, Yang squeaked out in ecstasy. Smack, smack, smack, smack, smack! Each pump sent juicy, sweat-glossed ripples across the surface of her asscheeks and made her tits leap in her underboob-showing cheerleader top. Her long golden hair splayed out on the bench and dangled off its sides, waving and shimmering as she twitched and jerked. “Ungh, ungh, ungh!” Cardin growled as he pumped, clobbering her ass with increasingly powerful slaps and plaps, drilling her like a physical assault. He knew the super-strength bitch could take it, after all. “Fuck,” he breathed over her, his voice becoming shakier as he explored Yang’s tight, clamping asshole. “Keep this up, and I’ll leave your sister alone.” He beat his hips harder and faster by the second, making sweat bound off her bouncing asscheeks, driving his hand up under her top to fondle her bare breasts, to pinch her nipples and smush big handfuls of tittymeat in his fist. Yang gargled in pleasure, eyes filling with tears as the brute treated her like a jiggly receptacle for abuse. She was loving every second of it, alternating between clenching her teeth tightly together and letting her pink tongue flop around in the open air. “Ah, ah, ah, ah!” she cried as the pleasure mounted and mounted. Her toes curled high in the air, and she pushed her hands through her own hair as she came hard around Cardin’s hammering cock – clenching tight and gushing like crazy, gagging on her own spit as the big bully made her pussy feel so happy---! He exploded inside her, gushing hot ballsludge into her guts by the cupful. He filled her up so much that she felt a pressure in her throat – and a moment later, hot cum drooled from her mouth and nostrils. “Glrrrgghhh…” - “This ‘swimming team’ idea was great, but…how come we never actually swim?” Jaune asked. “Shut up, man,” said Flynt. Ren and Fox nodded in concurrence. After all, Swimming Club time was their opportunity to witness a very unique sight; that of Yang in a tight little yellow bikini. They covered her from above and below, four dicks inside the gurgling blonde; one in her pussy and mouth, and two in her raised ass, stirring her up with brutal pumps. The sloppy sounds of their sex were like music to the ears of the four horny men, who pumped harder and faster just to hear its sweet toned. Yang could do nothing but gag and groan in absolute bliss, cross-eyed and droop-tongued, jiggling and jerking and arching and— --cumming hard whenever Jaune stuck particularly deep in her cunt! She jerked her hips as her clenching pussy squirted hard, trying to squeal but succeeding only in loudly choking. The sensation of having her asshole gaped around two dicks was beyond belief, making tears fill her eyes and ooze down her pink cheeks while her tits jiggled, bikini-clad, in Jaune’s face! Plap, clap, clap, clap, plap, clap, slap! She could hear her own holes squelching nonstop around four fat cocks, and the sound put her in a stupor; filled her with such an intense need that she’d stop at nothing to feel another pleasure-surge, and another, and another! She wanted to hear them all cumming inside her at once, and so she strove toward that goal, gargling in heavenly pleasure as she--- They came – all of them – at once, arching their backs and growling as they pushed forward and blasted her guts, her womb, her belly with unstoppable tides of jizz. Yang could do little but croak and slobber as they filled her up so much that her belly started to feel tight and tense, that her hard abs started to push outwards and pout in a perky cum-belly! “Glrrrrghhh…” - At Junior’s establishment, customers got only the best – as Oscar was quickly discovering. “Betcha didn’t expect to find me here,” Yang said, squatting in her bunnysuit to open Oscar’s pants. The young man gasped and squirmed a little, but pinned by the blondie’s deep red glare, he found he couldn’t move an inch… …Especially when his ten inches were grasped in Yang’s powerful yet silky hand, lifted and inspected closely. Yang’s lips split in a wide, predatory grin, and she planted a kiss on his cockhead – making it twitch – before saying, “Wow. I didn’t know you were such a stallion, Oscar!” “I--…ungh… Yang, what’re you…” Oscar murmured, but he was far too fixated on Yang’s massive, glossy cleavage, on her lips kissing his cockhead, to conjure up the right words. Yang chuckled and licked her lips…then opened wide. Before he could process what was happening, she plunged herself down on his cock – GHLUARK! – swallowing every inch of it in a single, ravenous gulp! Oscar threw his head back in a shocked squeal as Yang started to guzzle his dick up and down, slobbering and slopping and glurking and gulping, making her neck dance in leaping bulges, spittle pouring from her lips and webbing from her chin! She was relentless, gobbling Oscar’s cock without pause or concern for his wellbeing; all this unstoppable blowjob-machine wanted was to make him cum! She fondled his thighs as she went up and down, facefucking herself hard and fast. Her throat massaged every last inch of his cock for ten whole strokes before she pulled up and off of him – “Puah!” – and then climbed to her feet. “Wait, what’s—” he murmured again, but it was too late. Yang tugged the crotch of her bunnysuit aside to expose her tight, soaking pussy and then mounted his lubed-up cock, pressing down until her lower lips parted and stretched to contain his huge, aching dick! She stole his virginity with a single press, and then started to ride, bouncing up and down with each force to produce a plap, plap, plap! beat. She brutalised Oscar’s cock while holding onto his shoulders, her massive cleavage leaping in his face…until she leaned down to kiss him deeply, locking lips and swirling tongues with the squirming, moaning little slut. “Mmn…hauh…auhmph…” She smooched him relentlessly, showing no mercy, probing deep inside his maw with her long, agile tongue as he whimpered and whined and clenched tight---! A virgin like him couldn’t last very long. He spiked his hips up and groaned in orgasm, spurting hot jizz deep into Yang’s womb as she locked her arms tightly around him and rocked her hips in slow, grinding circles. Her pussy gripped and clenched, almost massaging him inside her, making sure to milk out every last spurt… - “Good work today, Yang,” said Junior as he hoisted her up into a Full Nelson. “Time for your payment!” Yang always looked forward to this time of day. She gasped for precious air, her bare, oiled-up tits jiggling in the open as the big man lifted her into position. His cockhead smushed against her pussylips, grinding for now, threatening penetration, keeping her in suspense as he carried her over to the tall mirror in the corner of his office. Only then, when she could see herself twisting and squirming in anticipation, blushing and moaning with such a humiliating, dizzy look in her eyes, did Junior ram her down on his massive cock – spearing her hard and deep! Yang watched her own belly bulge around the biggest cock she’d taken all day, and then her eyes rolled back in perfect bliss. She squeaked and shouted as Junior clobbered her cunt with all his strength, bouncing her up and down on his monstrous rod, bashing her womb and making her oily mega-milkers clap, clap, smack together! Yang couldn’t contain her cries of bliss; big cocks were her life, and all she wanted in this moment was to be brutally pounded until she passed out! Junior made her pussy feel wonderful, and she cried out for more – or rather, she just cried out, because forming words was impossible for her right now. Harder and harder, Junior slammed her pathetic little pussy into oblivion, making her eyes roll back and turn crimson as she came again and again! He fucked her in the mirror until they were both sweating, grunting, gasping – and at last, with a deep roar of bliss, he bottomed out inside her and unleashed a dense geyser of jizz straight into her womb! Her belly bloated like a balloon, swelling outwards and gurgling, sloshing, glunking like a half-full milk jug. She trembled and juddered on his giant cock, whining in a high-pitched tone, until at last, she fell limp in Junior’s arms, panting and wheezing for precious air, her giant tits heaving in and out, in and out… …and then it started all over again.
Title: [RWBY] Yang the Streamer Chapter title: Camshow-Woes Story Description: Halfway through her camshow, Jaune walks in on Yang...and decided to make her pay for skipping out on training. - Champion of Venus, my lewd visual novel, is out now on Steam and Itch.io! Join Rayne for an adventure packed with the kinkiest scenes you've ever seen in a video game. Anime & Manga: RWBY Story Content: Yang slipped into her chair with a satisfied sigh, rocking gently from side to side and gazing into the camera. Her violet eyes narrowed to sultry slits, and she licked her lips in a long, slow circuit. “Hey, everyone,” she said to the webcam. “How d’you like my new outfit? I got it just for you guys...” Yang was dressed in nothing but a cow-print bikini, and copious amounts of oil giving her skin a reflective sheen. She smirked and pushed her breasts between her toned biceps, making her massive cleavage stand out in a plump smoosh, while squeezing her thighs tightly together. She knew exactly what affect her body had on men – all she had to do was show off her tits, and a flood of donations came pouring in. She caught her lower lip between her teeth and bit down gently, watching the chat messages roll past so quickly that she could barely read them. She felt like a queen. “I have a special show lined up for you today,” she said, reaching out of the frame...and plucking a large string of anal beads off of her desk. She slung them around her neck like a feather boa, and chuckled to herself. “They’re pretty big, huh? I’ve been wanting to challenge myself. Make sure you give me lots of encouragement...” Just then, the dorm room door burst open. Yang half-turned in her chair, her jaw dropping. She was sure she’d locked the damn thing; what— “Yang, have you seen--? asked Jaune, leaning into the room. Then his gaze fell on Yang, dressed like a slut and obviously showing off her body for the masses, fondling a string of excessively large anal beads, staring at him like a rabbit caught in the headlights. For a moment, the situation failed to process – but when it did, Jaune slowly closed the door. Yang waited until she heard the click, and let out a soft sigh. Her heart was racing. She had to think of some excuse— The door opened again, swinging wide as Jaune burst in once more. This time, he didn’t stop at the doorway, but marched right up to Yang and pointed a finger at her. “Is this why you weren’t training with the others?” he demanded. “Jaune, get out of here!” Yang yelled, grabbing an empty can from her desk and tossing it at him. It bounced off his forehead, making him flinch. Yang reached for her mouse, intending to end the stream there and then — but, to her shock, Jaune moved before she could. She could do little but groan in protest as he grasped her hair and pushed her forwards, making her bend over the desk so her huge udders jiggled in front of the camera, and he rolled back his sleeve. There was a sinister gleam in his eye. “I had no idea you were a slut, Yang,” he said. “You like showing off to the camera? In that case, don’t your fans deserve to see your fat ass?” “Jaune, what the fuck—" Yang clenched her teeth and growled as he smacked her bubblebutt hard, making her impressive rump wobble vigorously as a bright red handprint appeared on her flesh. The strike rocked her forward onto her tiptoes, so she squeezed the edge of the desk tightly. “Stop it, you fucking—HUHN!” Another sharp slap, this one landing on the opposite cheek, hard enough to ruffle her blonde locks as they fell about her face. Sweat started to bead on her skin as Jaune punished her for being such a nasty slut. He was strong — stronger than she’d ever believed him to be — and he showed no mercy to Yang’s thick bubblebutt, not even as tears started to trickle down her blushing cheeks. Then she heard a ping. Jaune hesitated, frowning. “What was that?” Yang raised a trembling hand and pointed at the screen. A donation bar had appeared. When Jaune read the amount, his eyes went wide. Unconsciously, his hand settled on Yang’s right asscheek, pressing into the doughy texture of her rear. “All that money...” he grinned at her. “You’re making bank, huh?” Yang mumbled something resembling a ‘yes’. But then another donation came through, much larger than the first, this one containing a request from someone named SmegmaOnDemand11. ‘Spank her slutty tits!’ Jaune couldn’t believe what he was seeing. This was just too rich! Beacon’s number-one brawler, a titty streamer? “In that case,” he said, “you can use the money to repair your teammates’ broken equipment!” He raised his hand up high… …and when Yang turned around, she was greeted by a powerful palm SLAPPING across her massive, sensitive udders. She squeaked in shock as her tits swung from side to side, jiggling wildly in her cow-print bra. Jaune didn’t hesitate to slap her breasts again, bringing fresh tears to her eyes. She whimpered under the assault and tried to pull away, but Jaune grasped her chin in his palm and squeezed her face between his fingers, forcing her to look at him. “Maybe we should make this a joint venture,” he growled. “You provide the tits, I’ll provide the punishment.” “Tha-That’s not how it worrrrks!” Yang wailed, but Jaune showed no mercy. He held her still and brutalised her world-class udders with slap after resounding slap, painting her tits pink as he stung them with his palm. Yang gurgled and bit her lip in sensitivity, trying not to lose her mind to the overwhelming strikes. “Jaune, stop...huhnngh...” Her moans of pain were mixed in with pleasure; as much as she hated to admit it, the punishment was making her soaking wet down below. This was like something out of a bad porno! If it wasn’t for the stinging pain, she would have believed this was nothing but a weird dream – but the longer it dragged on, the more she realised this was stone cold reality, and Jaune of all people was beating her tits! Ping. Another donation message, this one even lewder than the last: ‘If you really want to punish her, then fuck her tits!’ Yang glanced at the message and gave a crooked grin. Surely Jaune would come to his senses now, and realise that he was just playing into the viewers’ hands. Surely he’d bring an end to this--- This... Yang caught Jaune’s eye. He was staring at her chest – massive, oiled up, and vulnerable. He reached for his zipper. “Jaune...?” To her shock, Jaune tugged down his pants and freed his dick – and to her greater shock, it turned out he was fucking massive. That gigantic, vein-riddled womb-beater unfurled to slap against his thigh, hanging almost to his knee while semi-flaccid. She gulped and pressed her butt against the desk, wanting to retreat but seeing nowhere to run. Besides...she couldn’t deny a strange attraction to Jaune’s monstrous fuckrod. “Ungh...you can’t be thinking...” Even as she spoke, he grew harder and harder, his monstercock bulking up with desire for Yang’s obscene body. He seized her bare shoulders and pressed her down to her knees, bringing his massive penis within inches of her chest. She gurgled softly, despairingly, as he led her hands to his cock. When she felt his throbbing member between her palms, she squeezed it automatically, an animalistic response that she couldn’t hope to control. “Jaune...” she said again, one last desperate plea. She knew that, if this went any further, she wouldn’t be able to help herself... Jaune felt the same way. He was going into heat. “Yang...wrap your tits around my cock, and start pumping.” Yang gave another low whimper....and obeyed. She lifted her giant udders and slid them over the tip of his erect cock, then pushed them down so that huge, needy member pushed into their pillowy, oily valley – his cockhead finally kissing her chin. She held eye contact with Jaune as she guided her weighty breasts up and down, squeezing them tightly together. Jaune sighed in pleasure, then grasped a big fistful of Yang’s hair and gave it a sharp yank. “Now you’re…getting into it…” he said breathily, shocked by how wonderful it felt to have his monstercock wrapped up in Yang’s giant tits. He rocked his hips back and forth, fucking her udders gently at first, but picking up the pace as Yang stroked harder and faster. They encouraged each other, slowly ramping up the tension, never breaking eye contact, until the only sound was their hasty breathing. Yang used her biceps to squish her tits tightly around Jaune’s massive cock, continually amazed by its raw size and girth — so much so that she didn’t even notice when she lowered her head, opened wide, and wrapped her lips around his cockhead in a suckling vacuum-seal. “Mmp...schlp...schlp...” Yang gazed up into his eyes intently, moving on automatic, only dimly considering the fact that she was sucking Jaune’s cock. She stuffed her right cheek full of his throbbing meat, bulging it out, while her biceps continued to manipulate her giant tits up and down, up and down. One pink nipple had already slipped free from her bra, and she flinched when Jaune reached down to flick the stiff, needy bud. “Mmhn...” She watched him stroke a hand up the flank of her excessive tittymound, up her shoulder and neck...and cup her cheek in his hand. He guided her forwards, urging her to take more and more of his colossal cock inside her mouth — even when it was clear no more would fit. Her eyes filled with tears when his cockhead prodded at her tonsils, making her gag softly, but Jaune was intent on feeling more. He hooked two fingers in the front of her bikini bra and pulled her forwards, prying her gullet against his obscenely huge cock until, at last, Yang made an attempt to swallow it down. Glrrk...glhk...grrg... She rumbled and coughed and gagged, blowing strings of spit down his massive shaft as it pulsed intimidatingly between her tits. She stopped squeezing her world-beating udders together and instead grasped Jaune’s hips, sweat rolling down her toned, curvy body freely as she stared in disbelief down the enormity of his shaft. She knew what he wanted her to do...but was it even possible? Just then, she tensed as Jaune pushed his fingers through her beautiful, blonde locks and grasped it possessively, filling his fist with her perfect hair, securing a tight grip. “Relax your jaw,” he said in a deep, stern tone, leaving the little camwhore no option but to obey. Her eyes blurred — then snapped to focus as Jaune yanked her head forwards and thrust his hips at the same time. Her jaw jolted, her neck bloated, and she GLUARKED around fifteen inches of dense, burly fuckmeat! He rammed his entire cock down her throat in one pump, slapping his pelvis against her lips and causing drool to splatter through the air. Her tits bounced violently on her chest, her other nipple slipping free of its restraints — and as her bikini bra slipped down to her belly, her huge, delicious udders started to dance, slosh, and jiggle freely in the open air. She glrrrked against the base of his dick, drool pouring down over Jaune’s pulsing balls as she gazed up at his abs. Helplessly speared on his dick, Yang could do little but clutch his hips and surrender herself to his whims. He kept tugging on her hair, basking in the sensation of her hot throat rippling, clenching, and kneading every last inch of his veiny cockmeat. Normally, Yang would have crushed anyone who dared to touch a single lock of her hair, but Jaune wrenched at it without consequence. His knees squeezed her tits together briefly, and then he pushed her up his cock, her lips leaving a trail of slime as they slid along his awesome shaft, until just his thick, pink cockhead was in her mouth — the same cockhead that had, just a few seconds later, been inside her actual stomach. She gagged pitifully, her lips stuck to Jaune’s monstercock, eyes wavering as she stared up its immense, spit-soaked length. “Gghh—” GUCK, GUCK, GUCK, GLUCK, GLUCK, GUCK, GLUORK--! Yang’s violet eyes rolled back, her shoulders hiking into sharp steeples as Jaune squeezed her hair in both hands and went to down on her slutty throat. He barged his hips back and forth, back and forth, slam-fucking her gullet with all the strength he could conjure. He was completely ignoring the donation messages now, blind to everything except the pleasure burning around his dick. He made Yang’s tits slosh around wildly between his legs as he madly stuffed every last inch of his oversized dick down her gullet, again and again and again! She glarked and gagged and spat pathetically, unable to stop the assault — and if she could, would she have wanted to? Her heart hammered in her chest. Despite how overwhelming this all was, a thought occurred to the bubbling slush that once resembled her mind: they were made for each other. With a body like hers, and a body like his, it seemed bizarre that they hadn’t banged before now... GLUCK, SCHGLUCK, SCHGLUCK, GLUCK, GLUCK~! Yang’s sweet lips pushed in and out of her mouth as Jaune facefucked her at full-force, his balls smacking her chin and neck repeatedly. He twisted her hair around his fists, each twist signifying a ramping-up of his pleasure, until his knuckles scraped her scalp and finally, he let out a desperate snarl of bliss. He rooted himself balls-deep in Yang’s throat, hunched over her head, and exploded a thick tide of fertile jizz straight into her stomach! He pumped her full, flooding her with so much dense, tasty seed that she wouldn’t need to eat lunch or dinner. She tensed and flexed her toned figure as he trembled against her, wrapping her arms around his waist and smooching the base of his dick like her life depended on it, rippling her gullet with what little degree of control she could exert. “Glggh...” At last, Jaune uttered another deep groan and pushed her back by the forehead, freeing his dick from her throat’s tight grip all in one slurrrrching motion. She stared at the goo-webbed monstercock throbbing in front of her, not losing a bit of its size despite the massive load he’d just fired inside her. She coughed, and watched the ropes that connected his cockhead to her lips wobble and snap. She licked around her lips slowly, her long tongue painting a gradual circle before retreating back into her mouth. She touched her stomach. “Ungh...” Ping. Jaune looked at the screen, reading, then glanced back down at Yang. “Bend over the desk.” - When Jaune pressed his cockhead against Yang’s tight asshole, she whimpered and clenched her teeth together. Her face was right in front of the camera, giving the audience a perfect view of her lewd expressions as Jaune angled up and prepared to enter her. He slapped her reddened asscheeks to make them bounce, sending a jolt through Yang’s entire body, making her shoulders tense and her breasts rock, as she rose up even higher on her tiptoes. Then he secured a tight grip on her waist and leaned over the trembling slut, getting ready to breed her tight ass. “Jaune—” Yang managed to wheeze, but then he began. It started with a rough thrust, hard enough to press his overwhelming cockmeat through the resistance of her tight sphincter and deep into her guts. Her belly bulged around Jaune’s girth, her abs stretching out as he stuffed her full of dick! “Uoghh---!” She’d never felt anything so pleasurable in her life. Her knees pressed together, and she clenched her teeth hard as she hit a sudden orgasm — squirting all down her thighs like a broken faucet, whimpering and gurgling as she gave into the ultimate bliss. “Good girl,” Jaune said, patting her butt — before seizing a palmful of it and starting to thrust. Yang yelped as he rocked her back and forth, slamming his massive cock balls-deep in her guts again and again, gaping her asshole beyond repair as her tits slapped over the keyboard. He smacked her ass as he pumped, beating her cheeks like some kind of instrument, sending them sloshing in another direction whenever they settled into one rhythm. “I hope...you’re learning...your lesson!” he shouted between deep, belly-bulging thrusts, then leaned forward and hooked an arm around Yang’s neck — bringing his chest into contact with her back while he rutted her. Her asscheeks rippled each time he collided with her, slapping and clapping his monstercock deep inside her while they both sweated and panted for air. “Hn, hnngh, ah~!” Yang cried, her eyes fluttering up and back slightly as she fought for air. Jaune clamped down on her neck, constricting her airflow even further than before, focusing all his efforts on ruining her poor rear end so that no other man would ever claim her. PLAP, PLAP, PLAP, PLAP, CLAP! His thrusts rang throughout the house; he was making his mark on Yang, ensuring she’d never forget tonight. Her belly-bulge punched the edge of the desk repeatedly, and her blurry ahegao wavered up close to the webcam, giving her viewers a faceful of the lewdest expression he’d ever made. “Gonna...cum...!” Jaune snarled, prompting Yang to go cross-eyed as he squeezed her neck and buried himself balls-deep in her ass. But just then, another donation popped up – the largest one yet. They barely had time to read it. ‘Impregnate that whore’, it said. “Wait---” Yang hissed as Jaune pulled out — then squeaked as he SLAMMED his dick into her tight little pussy, spreading her wider than ever before! Her abs bulged out again, her tongue flopped from her mouth, and she squealed as Jaune dumped a massive load in her womb! She could feel his sperm attacking her eggs, trillions of them fighting to impregnate her fertile womb with triplets or more. She gurgled and pawed at the desk, but nothing could help her now; Jaune kept blasting her womb for a long time, rocking against her, grinding his giant cock balls-deep in her clenching pink pussy...until at last, his balls were empty. He huffed and puffed over her, staying on top with her legs between his own, his dick rooted in her pussy. After a long time, he pulled slowly back, letting his giant, flaccid cock emerge from Yang’s cunt soaking and dripping cum-ropes. Once vacated, her cunt oozed a constant white slop down her thighs, while she whimpered and lowered her head to the desk. All thoughts of her ‘learning a lesson’ had been forgotten; Jaune slapped her thick ass in the wake of their awesome fuckfest, then grabbed the mouse and ended the stream. - Months later... “Ah! Ah! Ah!” Yang cried as she rode Jaune’s cock, holding up two hands in ‘peace’ signs for the webcam. Her tits leapt almost to her chin with each powerful bounce. “Fuck--!” As she seized up in orgasm, Jaune looped an arm around her from behind and fondled her belly — big and jutting, pregnant with quadruplets. If not for her impressive physique, she wouldn’t have been able to move at all. Her breasts had grown even bigger in the last few months, and milk dribbled constantly from her nipples. Jaune’s other hand groped them firmly, making them squirt their sweet dairy through the air. The donations kept rolling in, each one carrying an obscene request for the popular streamers. They’d become the highest-earning content creators on the site, but for them, it wasn’t about the money; this was just how they shared in their unique assets, madly rutting away at one another in front of millions of paying customers. Jaune grabbed Yang’s thighs and twisted her around to face him, then buried his face in her jiggling tits and started to drink. She groaned and ran her fingers through his hair, thumping and pumping her hips even harder. The constant impacts of her asscheeks over his thighs were enough to make Jaune ecstatic with bliss; he grasped her ass and squeezed as his floodgates finally burst. “Ghhhn--!” he snarled as he blasted Yang’s cunt full of jizz, the excess spurting back out around his throbbing cock. And once he was done, he rolled her onto her back and started again, still rock-hard. Flooded, inflated condoms littered the ground all around them, some of them lying in scraps after bursting. He’d run out several orgasms ago, but of course, fucking Yang raw wasn’t a problem for him. “Jaune, fuck me harder!” Yang cried, wrapping her thighs around him. Jaune surged forward, increasing his efforts. He had a long night ahead of him, and he didn’t plan to stop until the sun rose again.
Title: [RWBY] Yang's Mistake Chapter title: The-one-with-vore Story Description: Yang thinks she's hot shit. Jaune's about to show her how wrong she is. - Champion of Venus, my lewd visual novel, is out now on Steam and Itch.io! Join Rayne for an adventure packed with the kinkiest scenes you've ever seen in a video game. Anime & Manga: RWBY Story Content: Sometimes Yang questioned why Beacon even had a nightclub that served alcohol, but who was she to complain? She was its queen, and when she strutted through the shimmering, technicolour lights, she was Beacon’s goddess. Of course, that mainly came from possessing the unique pair of gifts called ‘a toned bod’ and ‘natural hella curves’ that combined to make everyone who wasn’t her stare in awe. She soaked in the adulation of her fans, dropping a sly wink every now and again — especially toward guys who were obviously already with someone — but tonight, she couldn’t tarry around. From the moment she’d seen a certain pair walk in, her mental cogs had been spinning, and now she had a capital-M Mission to complete. The Mission, in its current form, was this: embarrass the ever-living fuck out of Jaune, right in front of his girlfriend Pyrrha. They were at the bar right now, and they had no idea what was coming their way. - Jaune was talking to Pyrrha when he saw a massive pair of tits thrust themselves past her left bicep and over the bar counter — followed by the rest of Yang’s upper body, as she leaned across with an elbow on the bar. She was wearing a tight tank top with fishnets underneath; the thin fibres dug into the sides of her boobs, which would have jutted far further outwards if not for the fishnets. She grinned widely at the couple, slinging an arm across Pyrrha’s shoulders and startling her. “Heyyy!” Yang cried out, pulling the redhead so her left arm squished into her heaving chest. “If it isn’t the power couple! I guess you got tired of sparring on the balcony, and descended to see us lowly mortals?” Pyrrha tried to smile, but she was clearly knocked off-balance by Yang’s boisterous intrusion. “Ah… Hi, Yang,” she said, trying to extract her arm from deep in the blondie’s massive bust. “I didn’t expect to see you here…” “Oh, yeah! This is kinda my zone, if you know what I mean. But enough about me: let’s talk about you two!” Yang’s violet eyes narrowed, flickering to meet Jaune’s, and his heart pumped a little harder. He wondered why. Later on, he’d think back to this moment and realise that Yang had the stare of a predator, sizing up a piece of meat that didn’t yet know it was a piece of meat. How ironic that would turn out to be. Presently, Yang leaned in close to Pyrrha’s ear, as though to whisper — but when she spoke, Jaune heard it too. “I feel sorry for Jaune. Must be difficult to keep up with the ‘Invincible Girl’ in the bedroom…” Pyrrha blinked, straightened her back, and picked up her drink for a slow, measured sip. Her green eyes didn’t leave the sparkling liquid for a long time, and when they did, she made direct eye contact with Yang. “If you’re so sure, why not find out for yourself?” Yang was surprised by the forwardness of Pyrrha’s suggestion. Was the redhead just messing with her, or was she actually some kind of swinger? Yang wet her lips, rolled her shoulders, and decided to see how far this went. She wouldn’t be the one to back down first! “Sure thing,” Yang said, and gave Pyrrha’s arm a squeeze. “The rest of my team will be sleeping right now. Is your dorm empty…?” - “J-Jaune! Hua—fuck!” Yang screamed as she hit her first orgasm of the night, arching her toned middle and throwing her head back in a wild cascade of blonde locks. Her hips moved like a pneumatic pump, but not of their own volition; that was simply the natural consequence of being assaulted by Jaune’s hydraulic drill of a monstercock. His hips battered her asscheeks, sending juicy, sweaty ripples outwards to the far reaches of her rump. Those ripples started to wobble back again, only to be vanquished by the next jiggle of impact, and the next, and the next! How such a fit girl could possess such fat asscheeks was a mystery that might never be solved, but in that moment, for the very first time, she was grateful for the job they did dampening Jaune’s impacts and protecting her pelvic bone. She squirted like a little bitch, gagging on her own pleasure, clamping her teeth tightly together and rolling her glimmering violets back in her eye sockets as tears streaked down her bright red cheeks. “Fuuu-uu—uuuck!” she gnashed, squeezing her thighs even tighter. Jaune was fucking her doggy-style, her knees and tits grinding on the bedsheets while he squeezed her wrists behind her back. Her entire, naked body shone almost reflectively with sweat; she was being tested to her limits, forcing her to engage all drives just to keep up with a hyper-horny Jaune! “Aww, are you petering out?” asked Pyrrha, leaning down to pinch Yang’s chin between two fingers, raising the blonde girl’s face to stare at her. In Pyrrha’s face, Yang saw something she never had before: a simmering cruelty, an eagerness to see another woman demolished by Jaune’s girthy fuckhammer. Yang gave a half-whimpering croon, then tightened her muscles and shook her head hard. She wouldn’t let Pyrrha see her as weak — no way in hell! “I-Is that the b-best you’ve g-got?” Yang stammered, looking back at Jaune in what she hoped was a confident manner, only to yelp as he grasped her head and forced her face back down into the sheets. He said nothing as he railed her, devoting every ounce of his power to stirring up Yang’s womb and leaving her a twitching, warbling mess of a woman! She’d never heard her own pussy make such obscene noises before; Jaune’s cock played it like an instrument, making it schluck and squelch and pop in time with his monstrously powerful thrusts, his heavy balls lending the tempo by repeatedly slamming into her trembling thighs! Smack, smack, smack, smack, smack! It seemed her punishment was never-ending — no man should be able to thrust this hard, for this long, in Yang Xiao-Long of all women, without blowing a load he’d never, ever forget, but for Jaune, this seemed almost routine. He clobbered away at her pussy as though she wasn’t truly a woman of his calibre, as though he was such a monumental stud, he had to force the issue if he wanted to cum. He fucked her so hard that her tongue flopped from her open mouth and her eyes blurred into some unknown distance. She’d never felt this good in her entire life. She’d never… Suddenly, Jaune grasped and yanked her beautiful, blonde hair in one hand, and Yang tensed up. Her eyes flashed from violet to red, and she snarled as her Semblance started to fire up. He tugged her head back, not letting her droop to the bed anymore, so her huge smooth udders jiggled beneath her as he rocked her back and forth. He spanked Yang’s ass with his free hand, sending all that flesh cascading from left to right, left to right, only to backhand it and reverse their sloshing motions. Yang was powering up, absorbing all that punishment and converting it to power. The redder her asscheeks became, the stronger Yang grew — until finally, with a sudden, brutal snarl of fury, she bucked her hips back; starting to meet his thrusts with heavy pumps of her own! All right! Now it was time to get her revenge on Jaune. She had to show him that, no matter how surprisingly good a fuck he was, she would always be the queen of the bedsheets— Jaune grabbed Yang’s right thigh and lifted, turning her over onto her back. Her pussy twisted around his dick, making her gasp and arch her body in amazed sensitivity — and when her tits finally wobbled toward the ceiling, Jaune squeezed her calves and lifted her legs all the way up to her shoulders, pinning her in a tight mating-press from which there was no escape. He paused for a moment, his breathing only slightly heavier than usual, sweat drops only now starting to slither down his back, as Pyrrha climbed onto the bed and straddled Yang’s head with her thighs. Her soaking pussy hovered over Yang’s face, glistening and twitching, obviously excited by the lewd show. “Jaune,” Pyrrha said firmly, and leaned across to kiss his lips. He gave a low grumble of delight as they tousled tongues, and when they broke apart, a long strand of saliva glistened between their lips. When it snapped, tiny drops of drool splattered on Yang’s abs, and that slightest of sensations made her quiver and push her hard stomach outwards, wriggling pathetically beneath the two lovers. Now Pyrrha reached down and wrapped a hand around Jaune’s cock, the hilt that still protruded from Yang’s stretched-out pussy. She stroked it back and forth, making it throb, collecting slime on her hand before stroking it across Yang’s raised thighs and twitching belly, fondling the bulge that faintly distorted her abs — the outline of Jaune’s cock inside her. “Now it’s time for you to really start fucking her.” Pyrrha sat back, planting her pussy over Yang’s mouth and forcing her to gargle on the redhead’s cunt — a moment before Jaune leaned forward and started to ram her like she’d never been rammed before! His balls clobbered her asscheeks at such a frequency, she thought she was going inside! Only the muffling pads of Pyrrha’s thighs around her ears prevented her from hearing the true fury of Jaune’s pussy-obliterating monster-thrusts; she was locked in a prison of flesh, pinned under two powerful bodies, her tits sloshing up and down to bat against Pyrrha’s belly as the redhead held her thighs around her own hips, leaving Jaune’s hands free to grapple Yang’s waist! SCHLAP SCHLAP SCHLAP SCHLAP SCHLAP! His thrusts came one after another with seemingly no interval between them, making Yang’s belly-bulge dance up and down, making her core muscles clench and her entire body shudder. She was losing! How could this be happening? Red-eyed, her Semblance flaring, giving her superhuman strength, Yang was still failing to fight back. Now she was in such a position that fighting back wasn’t even an option; Jaune and Pyrrha had her locked down, and they weren’t about to let up, not until she was thoroughly and completely defeated. She clenched up and came again, but this time her screams were muffled by Pyrrha’s red-hot pussy, and the vibrations that emanated from her lips only made the redhead hornier; she groaned and ground her hips in circles, stroking her pussy all over Yang’s wailing face while pushing her ankles even further down toward the bedsheets. There was nothing Yang could do; her blonde hair lay in a wet curtain behind Pyrrha’s ass, draped over the edge of the bed and halfway to the floor, shifting and swaying only slightly with the rocking motions of the bedframe. Yang had no idea how the wooden frame hadn’t snapped under the force of Jaune’s thrusts, but that was the least of her worries; he was fucking hard enough to overcome her superhuman resistance. She actually had to use her Aura to protect herself from Jaune’s assault, but then she felt it shatter to pieces, and the womb-stretching, soul-jolting impacts filled her brain in all their exquisite detail. Yang shrieked and gargled helplessly, knowing that all she could do was take Jaune’s punishment and wait for him to blow his load. If it took much longer, she might never regain her sanity! “She’s holding up better than the others,” Pyrrha commented as she jerked her hips, huffing and puffing in time with Jaune’s rapid-fire thrusts. The sight of all that bulky dickmeat vanishing into Yang’s pussy over and over was just delightful, making Pyrrha swipe her lips with her tongue and lean closer to Jaune — kissing him again, her green eyes swimming with pure desire as their tongues wrestled back and forth between their mouths. Pyrrha’s big, perky tits squished tightly against Jaune’s rock-solid pecs, and her fingernails dug into Yang’s calves as she continued to pin the girl in her quaking, jiggling mating-press. “But I think it’s time, don’t you?” “Uhn, yeah,” Jaune said, breaking his silence for the first time since he’d whipped his pants down and smacked Yang across the face with his brutal dickslab. Pyrrha giggled, then dismounted Yang and stepped back, watching as Jaune fell upon her; hooking his arms around her thighs and torso, squeezing her into a tight little ball of fucksleeve that he SLAMMED his cock into with all his strength! His balls leapt high in the air before clobbering down, again and again, while Yang’s wild moans were muffled by his pressing chest. Pyrrha stroked her hungry hunt with one hand as Jaune’s muscles tensed, getting closer and closer to that final pleasure — until, at last, he seized right up and growled as all that pent-up energy surged in the most powerful orgasm she’d ever seen him shoot! His cock visibly swelled around the sheer volume of thick, heavy spunk blasting from his apple-sized balls and up his shaft, and a moment later, he was hosing Yang’s womb with all that ultra-fertile jizz! She whimpered beneath him, hands desperately gripping the bedsheets, toes curling in the air as she hit her third and final orgasm at the same time, gushing and squirting, her pussy clenching pleasurably around Jaune’s blasting dick-cannon. He kept on rutting into her, thrusting to milk his load out, blasting her womb even after it flooded to the brink and started to inflate around his cock. Not a drop of cum was allowed to escape, not while she was plugged so tight with his raging monsterdick. SCHLOP…SCHLOP…SCHPLORT… His balls pulsed sluggishly, the throbs growing further and further apart as he started to come down from his cum-high…until, at long last, he was completely spent inside her. Jaune breathed deep for a long minute, still rooted in Yang. During that minute, cream started to ooze out around her stretched pussy and drench the bedsheets. Finally, Jaune raised his head — and pushed himself back. Yang’s cunt wanted to cling to his dick, and he succeeded in dragging her almost a foot over the edge of the bed before his monstercock schlorrrked free, emerging in a stream of sticky slime. Yang’s gaping cunt immediately puked up a thick spray of jizz that slopped down on the floor and spread out in a huge, obscene puddle. She whimpered and groaned, touching her belly, her pussy, as Jaune slowly stroked his still-leaking dick over her, glazing her with hot sperm. Pyrrha walked around the bed and kissed his cheek. “Not bad, lover,” she whispered in his ear. “That’s another member of Team RWBY checked off your list.” Jaune nodded…then frowned as his belly gave a low, longing rrrrumble. Pyrrha gasped, and stroked a palm over his toned middle. “Oh, my,” she said. “I guess all that rutting made you hungry. Well, I don’t see any food around…” She giggled as Jaune stepped up to Yang and pressed her ankles together. As Yang’s vision started to adjust, the first thing she saw was Jaune lifting his feet toward his mouth. She heard his stomach rumbling, saw Pyrrha leaning affectionately against his side…and instead of assuming Jaune had some kind of foot fetish, her instinctual, animalistic brain leapt to the right conclusion. “A-Ah…” she groaned, incapable of speech in her slutty daze. She rolled over and tried to crawl away, but Jaune was just too strong; without a moment’s hesitation, he stuffed both her feet into his mouth, and with a gulp, she felt them pass through a slimy sphincter and into the hot, bumpy chute of his throat. “N-Nuhh…no way…” Yang gurgled, but it was already far too late for her. Jaune lifted her by the hips and hoisted her up higher, using gravity as his aid. Her shapely calves slid down his gullet, followed by her thick, melon-squashing thighs. No matter how his snack tried to scream, Jaune’s course was unwavering; his blue eyes glazed over as he feasted on Yang, the curviest treat he’d devoured that night. Ulgg…glulk… Deeper and deeper she went, twisting and writhing her way down his throat. Her hips were difficult to conquer, but he finally succeeded, as his belly started to swell outwards. “Look at her,” Pyrrha murmured. “She thinks she still has a chance! Don’t worry, Yang…my boyfriend’s gonna churn you up into soup, then add your mass to his cock. Look forward to wrecking all his future meals alongside him.~” Yang gave a despairing croon as Jaune’s lips passed over her belly, moving toward her tits. All the hard work she’d put into achieving her awesome body, gone to waste in a predator’s stomach… The horror was overwhelming, but at the same time, there was something sensual about it. “Nooo…” she crooned as his jaw spread around her giant tits, packing them down like huge marshmallows… And from there, it was easy. Yang’s head sank into Jaune’s maw, followed by her scrambling arms. When he finally pressed her hands down over his tongue and shut his mouth tight, Pyrrha giggled — and then Jaune gulped one last time, sending the squirming slut down to curl up in his expanding middle. He had to sit down on the bed, which creaked terribly under his new weight. Yang was packed tight inside him, but that didn’t stop her from resisting, her muffled cries exciting him to no end. He looked up when Pyrrha waved her Scroll at him. “I recorded the whole thing,” she said triumphantly. “I think that one was even better than Ruby’s video! Or Weiss’s, or Blake’s…Cinder’s, or Emerald’s…” Pyrrha parked her hands on her hips in thought. “You really were busy tonight, huh?” As Jaune’s belly started to gurgle and groan, starting up its digestive process, he leaned back and closed his eyes. Pyrrha knelt down and got to work servicing his balls, massaging them in her hands and rolling her tongue all over them. “Muah…huah…” At last, Jaune fell asleep…while his belly grew noisier and noisier, shifting and squirming around his doomed meal.
Title: [RWBY] Yang's Mistake Chapter title: The-one-without-vore Story Description: Yang thinks she's hot shit. Jaune's about to show her how wrong she is. - Champion of Venus, my lewd visual novel, is out now on Steam and Itch.io! Join Rayne for an adventure packed with the kinkiest scenes you've ever seen in a video game. Anime & Manga: RWBY Story Content: Sometimes Yang questioned why Beacon even had a nightclub that served alcohol, but who was she to complain? She was its queen, and when she strutted through the shimmering, technicolour lights, she was Beacon’s goddess. Of course, that mainly came from possessing the unique pair of gifts called ‘a toned bod’ and ‘natural hella curves’ that combined to make everyone who wasn’t her stare in awe. She soaked in the adulation of her fans, dropping a sly wink every now and again — especially toward guys who were obviously already with someone — but tonight, she couldn’t tarry around. From the moment she’d seen a certain pair walk in, her mental cogs had been spinning, and now she had a capital-M Mission to complete. The Mission, in its current form, was this: embarrass the ever-living fuck out of Jaune, right in front of his girlfriend Pyrrha. They were at the bar right now, and they had no idea what was coming their way. - Jaune was talking to Pyrrha when he saw a massive pair of tits thrust themselves past her left bicep and over the bar counter — followed by the rest of Yang’s upper body, as she leaned across with an elbow on the bar. She was wearing a tight tank top with fishnets underneath; the thin fibres dug into the sides of her boobs, which would have jutted far further outwards if not for the fishnets. She grinned widely at the couple, slinging an arm across Pyrrha’s shoulders and startling her. “Heyyy!” Yang cried out, pulling the redhead so her left arm squished into her heaving chest. “If it isn’t the power couple! I guess you got tired of sparring on the balcony, and descended to see us lowly mortals?” Pyrrha tried to smile, but she was clearly knocked off-balance by Yang’s boisterous intrusion. “Ah… Hi, Yang,” she said, trying to extract her arm from deep in the blondie’s massive bust. “I didn’t expect to see you here…” “Oh, yeah! This is kinda my zone, if you know what I mean. But enough about me: let’s talk about you two!” Yang’s violet eyes narrowed, flickering to meet Jaune’s, and his heart pumped a little harder. He wondered why. Later on, he’d think back to this moment and realise that Yang had the stare of a predator, sizing up a piece of meat that didn’t yet know it was a piece of meat. Presently, Yang leaned in close to Pyrrha’s ear, as though to whisper — but when she spoke, Jaune heard it too. “I feel sorry for Jaune. Must be difficult to keep up with the ‘Invincible Girl’ in the bedroom…” Pyrrha blinked, straightened her back, and picked up her drink for a slow, measured sip. Her green eyes didn’t leave the sparkling liquid for a long time, and when they did, she made direct eye contact with Yang. “If you’re so sure, why not find out for yourself?” Yang was surprised by the forwardness of Pyrrha’s suggestion. Was the redhead just messing with her, or was she actually some kind of swinger? Yang wet her lips, rolled her shoulders, and decided to see how far this went. She wouldn’t be the one to back down first! “Sure thing,” Yang said, and gave Pyrrha’s arm a squeeze. “The rest of my team will be sleeping right now. Is your dorm empty…?” - “J-Jaune! Hua—fuck!” Yang screamed as she hit her first orgasm of the night, arching her toned middle and throwing her head back in a wild cascade of blonde locks. Her hips moved like a pneumatic pump, but not of their own volition; that was simply the natural consequence of being assaulted by Jaune’s hydraulic drill of a monstercock. His hips battered her asscheeks, sending juicy, sweaty ripples outwards to the far reaches of her rump. Those ripples started to wobble back again, only to be vanquished by the next jiggle of impact, and the next, and the next! How such a fit girl could possess such fat asscheeks was a mystery that might never be solved, but in that moment, for the very first time, she was grateful for the job they did dampening Jaune’s impacts and protecting her pelvic bone. She squirted like a little bitch, gagging on her own pleasure, clamping her teeth tightly together and rolling her glimmering violets back in her eye sockets as tears streaked down her bright red cheeks. “Fuuu-uu—uuuck!” she gnashed, squeezing her thighs even tighter. Jaune was fucking her doggy-style, her knees and tits grinding on the bedsheets while he squeezed her wrists behind her back. Her entire, naked body shone almost reflectively with sweat; she was being tested to her limits, forcing her to engage all drives just to keep up with a hyper-horny Jaune! “Aww, are you petering out?” asked Pyrrha, leaning down to pinch Yang’s chin between two fingers, raising the blonde girl’s face to stare at her. In Pyrrha’s face, Yang saw something she never had before: a simmering cruelty, an eagerness to see another woman demolished by Jaune’s girthy fuckhammer. Yang gave a half-whimpering croon, then tightened her muscles and shook her head hard. She wouldn’t let Pyrrha see her as weak — no way in hell! “I-Is that the b-best you’ve g-got?” Yang stammered, looking back at Jaune in what she hoped was a confident manner, only to yelp as he grasped her head and forced her face back down into the sheets. He said nothing as he railed her, devoting every ounce of his power to stirring up Yang’s womb and leaving her a twitching, warbling mess of a woman! She’d never heard her own pussy make such obscene noises before; Jaune’s cock played it like an instrument, making it schluck and squelch and pop in time with his monstrously powerful thrusts, his heavy balls lending the tempo by repeatedly slamming into her trembling thighs! Smack, smack, smack, smack, smack! It seemed her punishment was never-ending — no man should be able to thrust this hard, for this long, in Yang Xiao-Long of all women, without blowing a load he’d never, ever forget, but for Jaune, this seemed almost routine. He clobbered away at her pussy as though she wasn’t truly a woman of his calibre, as though he was such a monumental stud, he had to force the issue if he wanted to cum. He fucked her so hard that her tongue flopped from her open mouth and her eyes blurred into some unknown distance. She’d never felt this good in her entire life. She’d never… Suddenly, Jaune grasped and yanked her beautiful, blonde hair in one hand, and Yang tensed up. Her eyes flashed from violet to red, and she snarled as her Semblance started to fire up. He tugged her head back, not letting her droop to the bed anymore, so her huge smooth udders jiggled beneath her as he rocked her back and forth. He spanked Yang’s ass with his free hand, sending all that flesh cascading from left to right, left to right, only to backhand it and reverse their sloshing motions. Yang was powering up, absorbing all that punishment and converting it to power. The redder her asscheeks became, the stronger Yang grew — until finally, with a sudden, brutal snarl of fury, she bucked her hips back; starting to meet his thrusts with heavy pumps of her own! All right! Now it was time to get her revenge on Jaune. She had to show him that, no matter how surprisingly good a fuck he was, she would always be the queen of the bedsheets— Jaune grabbed Yang’s right thigh and lifted, turning her over onto her back. Her pussy twisted around his dick, making her gasp and arch her body in amazed sensitivity — and when her tits finally wobbled toward the ceiling, Jaune squeezed her calves and lifted her legs all the way up to her shoulders, pinning her in a tight mating-press from which there was no escape. He paused for a moment, his breathing only slightly heavier than usual, sweat drops only now starting to slither down his back, as Pyrrha climbed onto the bed and straddled Yang’s head with her thighs. Her soaking pussy hovered over Yang’s face, glistening and twitching, obviously excited by the lewd show. “Jaune,” Pyrrha said firmly, and leaned across to kiss his lips. He gave a low grumble of delight as they tousled tongues, and when they broke apart, a long strand of saliva glistened between their lips. When it snapped, tiny drops of drool splattered on Yang’s abs, and that slightest of sensations made her quiver and push her hard stomach outwards, wriggling pathetically beneath the two lovers. Now Pyrrha reached down and wrapped a hand around Jaune’s cock, the hilt that still protruded from Yang’s stretched-out pussy. She stroked it back and forth, making it throb, collecting slime on her hand before stroking it across Yang’s raised thighs and twitching belly, fondling the bulge that faintly distorted her abs — the outline of Jaune’s cock inside her. “Now it’s time for you to really start fucking her.” Pyrrha sat back, planting her pussy over Yang’s mouth and forcing her to gargle on the redhead’s cunt — a moment before Jaune leaned forward and started to ram her like she’d never been rammed before! His balls clobbered her asscheeks at such a frequency, she thought she was going inside! Only the muffling pads of Pyrrha’s thighs around her ears prevented her from hearing the true fury of Jaune’s pussy-obliterating monster-thrusts; she was locked in a prison of flesh, pinned under two powerful bodies, her tits sloshing up and down to bat against Pyrrha’s belly as the redhead held her thighs around her own hips, leaving Jaune’s hands free to grapple Yang’s waist! SCHLAP SCHLAP SCHLAP SCHLAP SCHLAP! His thrusts came one after another with seemingly no interval between them, making Yang’s belly-bulge dance up and down, making her core muscles clench and her entire body shudder. She was losing! How could this be happening? Red-eyed, her Semblance flaring, giving her superhuman strength, Yang was still failing to fight back. Now she was in such a position that fighting back wasn’t even an option; Jaune and Pyrrha had her locked down, and they weren’t about to let up, not until she was thoroughly and completely defeated. She clenched up and came again, but this time her screams were muffled by Pyrrha’s red-hot pussy, and the vibrations that emanated from her lips only made the redhead hornier; she groaned and ground her hips in circles, stroking her pussy all over Yang’s wailing face while pushing her ankles even further down toward the bedsheets. There was nothing Yang could do; her blonde hair lay in a wet curtain behind Pyrrha’s ass, draped over the edge of the bed and halfway to the floor, shifting and swaying only slightly with the rocking motions of the bedframe. Yang had no idea how the wooden frame hadn’t snapped under the force of Jaune’s thrusts, but that was the least of her worries; he was fucking hard enough to overcome her superhuman resistance. She actually had to use her Aura to protect herself from Jaune’s assault, but then she felt it shatter to pieces, and the womb-stretching, soul-jolting impacts filled her brain in all their exquisite detail. Yang shrieked and gargled helplessly, knowing that all she could do was take Jaune’s punishment and wait for him to blow his load. If it took much longer, she might never regain her sanity! “She’s holding up better than the others,” Pyrrha commented as she jerked her hips, huffing and puffing in time with Jaune’s rapid-fire thrusts. The sight of all that bulky dickmeat vanishing into Yang’s pussy over and over was just delightful, making Pyrrha swipe her lips with her tongue and lean closer to Jaune — kissing him again, her green eyes swimming with pure desire as their tongues wrestled back and forth between their mouths. Pyrrha’s big, perky tits squished tightly against Jaune’s rock-solid pecs, and her fingernails dug into Yang’s calves as she continued to pin the girl in her quaking, jiggling mating-press. “But I think it’s time, don’t you?” “Uhn, yeah,” Jaune said, breaking his silence for the first time since he’d whipped his pants down and smacked Yang across the face with his brutal dickslab. Pyrrha giggled, then dismounted Yang and stepped back, watching as Jaune fell upon her; hooking his arms around her thighs and torso, squeezing her into a tight little ball of fucksleeve that he SLAMMED his cock into with all his strength! His balls leapt high in the air before clobbering down, again and again, while Yang’s wild moans were muffled by his pressing chest. Pyrrha stroked her hungry hunt with one hand as Jaune’s muscles tensed, getting closer and closer to that final pleasure — until, at last, he seized right up and growled as all that pent-up energy surged in the most powerful orgasm she’d ever seen him shoot! His cock visibly swelled around the sheer volume of thick, heavy spunk blasting from his apple-sized balls and up his shaft, and a moment later, he was hosing Yang’s womb with all that ultra-fertile jizz! She whimpered beneath him, hands desperately gripping the bedsheets, toes curling in the air as she hit her third and final orgasm at the same time, gushing and squirting, her pussy clenching pleasurably around Jaune’s blasting dick-cannon. He kept on rutting into her, thrusting to milk his load out, blasting her womb even after it flooded to the brink and started to inflate around his cock. Not a drop of cum was allowed to escape, not while she was plugged so tight with his raging monsterdick. SCHLOP…SCHLOP…SCHPLORT… His balls pulsed sluggishly, the throbs growing further and further apart as he started to come down from his cum-high…until, at long last, he was completely spent inside her. Jaune breathed deep for a long minute, still rooted in Yang. During that minute, cream started to ooze out around her stretched pussy and drench the bedsheets. Finally, Jaune raised his head — and pushed himself back. Yang’s cunt wanted to cling to his dick, and he succeeded in dragging her almost a foot over the edge of the bed before his monstercock schlorrrked free, emerging in a stream of sticky slime. Yang’s gaping cunt immediately puked up a thick spray of jizz that slopped down on the floor and spread out in a huge, obscene puddle. She whimpered and groaned, touching her belly, her pussy, as Jaune slowly stroked his still-leaking dick over her, glazing her with hot sperm. Pyrrha walked around the bed and kissed his cheek. “Not bad, lover,” she whispered in his ear. “That’s another member of Team RWBY checked off your list.”
Title: [Sparrow Collab] Misfit Mismatch Chapter title: Luckily-kobolds-are-stretchy Story Description: Based on this series of pics. An up-and-coming gloryhole star shows up for her first day at work...but accidentally finds herself at the minotaur rec centre instead of the goblin den. Patrons get early access to Champion of Venus builds. Original: Inflationism Story Content: Kobi strutted down the road with a spring in her step, excited for her first day at the gloryhole. It was tough for a kobold to get a job in this city, but finally she’d been accepted – and she was ready and determined to give it her all. The dick-sucking business in Little Goblintown was cutthroat and competitive, but Kobi was self-assured in her ability to please – after all, she possessed a lizard-like tongue that could curl and lash like nothing else. Those goblins had no idea what was waiting for them. I bet Mom and Dad are looking down on Kobi right now, Kobi thought, brimming with pride. A kobold girl from the Underdark – gobblin’ goblin cocks in the big city! Had a member of her species ever come so far in life? And that begged the question: how much further could she rise? Finally, Kobi reached the centre. She could only read Kobold, but she’d checked and double-checked the map before heading out, and when she stepped through the front door, the suited receptionist nodded her through into the gloryhole area. Kobi dropped her handbag in one of the storage lockers, stretched her arms and jaw, and then entered one of the curtained cubicles. It was…not what she expected. Why was the gloryhole so far up on the wall? And why was it so big? Kobi could stick her entire head through the gap with ease. Wasn’t the point of a gloryhole that the client couldn’t see the girl on the other side, and vice versa? Kobi checked the other cubicles, but they were all the same. Weird. At last, the skinny kobold dragged a stool into her stall and hopped up onto it, bringing her to a more appropriate level. She could hear more girls entering the other stalls, and promptly a bell rang, signalling the start of the work-day. Kobi prepared herself mentally to suck, gargle, and choke on goblin cocks all day long. It was a tough job, but hell, someone had to do it. The cubicle on the other side of the gloryhole was dim, but Kobi’s eyes could see in the most complete darkness…and when her client entered, frowned in confusion. Who was that – the janitor? Not a goblin, in any case. But now he was taking off his pants, and how he was approaching the hole, and— Kobi recoiled as a gigantic, throbbing minotaur-cock forced its way through the gloryhole, pulsating with immense heat, beading globs of hot, steaming precum that dripped to the stool under Kobi’s clawed feet. What…? She stared at the monstrous bull-dick with dawning horror, her heart thumping quickly as she tried to discern what had gone wrong. A left at Dragon Boulevard, and then two blocks on… Rrgh, was that it? Already, the sounds of wet slurps, kisses, and pops were sounding all around Kobi – while she stood still, frozen and indecisive. Her client pounded a massive fist on the wall and growled, “Hey, anyone in there?” “K-Kobi will be with you in a moment…sir,” Kobi cried in a shrill voice. Gods, what was she supposed to do? Explain her mistake to the receptionist? Except… Except. Grandma had always taught Kobi to seize opportunities when they came around. No one had come to remove her from the stall, so maybe…maybe she could make something of this. Sucking goblin cocks was easy, but minotaurs? That was a marketable skill. At long last, Kobi cupped a clawed hand under the bull-cock and leaned in to kiss it, nuzzling gently over and around its flared head. The minotaur grunted happily, red-hot throbs surging throughout his steaming member as Kobi showered it in affection. “Hurry up, bitch,” he guttered. “You already wasted thirty seconds of my booked slot.” Kobi gave a sharp puff of air, shivering at the prospect of actually taking such a thing inside her. She opened wide, distending her maw around that broad cockhead, and wrung slowly forwards. Her neck began to ache as her throat stretched to contain the minotaur’s awesome girth, and with the threat of cramps ever-looking, Kobi slowly impaled herself on the bull’s dick. “Glrk…hhrk…” Her eyes narrowed, tears dribbling down her cheeks as her skinny, scrawny neck bulged out to ten times its original girth. Her Kobold physiology was being pushed to its limits. She’d believed she had no gag reflex, but the minotaur was proving her wrong, and before long she was coughing and spluttering, hacking and spitting down his monstrous cock. She’d barely swallowed a quarter of his member before a bell rang. “Fuckin’ worthless,” snarled the voice, and with a harsh yank, the cock vacated her maw. Schu-GLURK! Kobi dropped to her knees, dizzy, slime oozing from her open mouth and down her slender torso. She heard her client stomp away, muttering darkly, only for another minotaur to enter the stall. “What was that about?” asked her new client, shoving his cock through the hole. “You bite his dick or something?” “N-No, sir,” Kobi answer meekly, her voice hoarse from the ridiculous stretching. Clambering to her feet again, she clutched the bull’s cock in both hands and pumped it hard and fast, already pushing her maw over and around his throbbing girth. This time she was determined not to fail: once he was lodged inside, she started to fuck her own face on his meat, jerking her head roughly back and forth, reaching down his length to pull it deeper and deeper. Hurk, gluk, gluk, ghuk, GLURK! She ignored her own spluttering, fighting through the gag reflex, blowing strings of lubricating saliva down his leathery, vein-riddled mast as her jaw strained wider and wider. She wasn’t some inexperienced whore – she was the best of Kobold-kind, and she was going to prove it to these bull-headed brutes! Stuffing her hands through the gloryhole, Kobi seized the minotaur’s ballsack in both hands and RAMMED herself forward. SCHGLURK! She felt his flare lurch through her stomach and into her guts, bulging her belly massively as she speared herself on every last inch of his colossal cock! Her eyes rolled all the way back into their sockets as she held herself there, twitching and trembling, her long tongue winding slowly around his hilt…before allowing herself to sink back. Once his cockhead was in her mouth again, she gasped a thin breath – and SLAMMED forwards once again, driving her entire body weight against the gargantuan schlong and making it vanish. “Fuck!” the minotaur snarled, and the wall shook as he slammed his palms against it. Kobi felt her client’s balls tightening in their sturdy sack, churning up a colossal load for his gargling kobold-sleeve. It was then Kobi noticed the bucket in the corner of the stall. She reached for it, but it was already too late: the bull gave a low, pleasured rumble, and his cock leapt so ferociously that Kobi was hoisted off the stool and into the air. The first pump of hot, hyper-fertile semen blasted all the way through her, surging out of her asshole and sailing through the air. Kobi became nothing but a sleeve for bullcock, gurgling and retching on his throbbing pole as it bounced up and down, up and down, drenching the floor behind her. She managed to hook her tail through the bucket’s handle and lifted it behind her, catching some of the minotaur’s load but not enough to make a difference: by the time his cock stopped lurching inside her, the cubicle floor was glazed in splatters of white semen and Kobi’s guts were thoroughly clogged. She settled down on her knees, gurgling quietly around the minotaur’s pole, sliding slowly down it. The minotaur drew a thick, pleasured breath, shivering in the afterglow, and then stepped back. Kobi’s head was pulled through the hole, only her shoulders preventing her from vanishing all the way. The minotaur wrenched his monstercock out of her – schGLARRRK! – trailing semen through her digestive tract as he went. Only when his flare popped from her over-stretched maw did Kobi sink back into her cubicle, deposited onto her knees, where she reached back and rubbed her sore, cum-drooling asshole. “Not bad,” the minotaur told her. “I’ve never seen a Kobold whore outside. Get ready: there’s about a hundred guys waiting outside.” - Mina stared at the tiny, shrivelled goblin-cock protruding through the hole and wondered where she’d taken a wrong turn. She was the star of the show at the minotaur rec centre, one of its most popular girls, and yet here she was. When she’d tried to explain the situation, the receptionist had told her too bad: she was on the clock now, and no one had showed up to fill her place, so she must be the right girl. Too tired to argue, Mina had settled down in the cubicle for a long, boring day of sucking goblin dick. “Get to work!” snapped her client, thrusting against the gloryhole. “This dick won’t suck itself, you know!” Mina leaned in, resigned to the task, and rolled out her thick tongue. Almost as soon as she started to lap at the tiny, green cock, it shuddered and came all across her slathering muscle. Spurt, spurt, spurt… Mina sighed as she swallowed. Well, at least today gave her jaw a break: it was used to rowdy minotaur males running a train on it, fucking her throat until her belly was bloated with hot jizz. The way Mina saw it, she performed a necessary service to society. Minotaurs were naturally horny, and if their urges weren’t satisfied first thing in the morning, they’d remain brooding and agitated all throughout the day. Mina just hoped those men weren’t feeling too sore in her absence… - HURRGK! Kobi choked on yet another minotaur dick, shuddering and crossing her thighs in a sudden, unexpected orgasm as the brute rammed her throat with brutal thrusts. All she could do was brace herself against the rampant pumping, her jaw stretched and strained to its very limits. This guy was bigger than the last – longer than her torso by far, and his girth was thicker than her waist, so Kobi was treated to the sensation of her very form being warped around bull-cock. As she choked and spluttered and gobbled down his meat, she felt her consciousness drifting somewhere else. But that was the easy way out, and Kobi refused to be anything less than the rec centre’s most attentive, servile slut. Who cared if minotaur dicks outclassed her several times over? She was Kobi the fucking kobold, emphasis on the fucking, and she wasn’t about to let her clientele get the better of her. She grasped her belly-bulge in both hands and jerked it off inside her, snarling with intense concentration as she wrung her grip up and down, up and down, making the bull gutter in surprise. “What the fuck?” he asked, struggling to hold himself back. “You little whore--!” Somehow, he suppressed his orgasm – and began to fuck the gloryhole with an intensity Kobi had never felt before. She gargled pitifully around his cock, feeling as though her insides were turning to mush and her brain into honey. His cockhead lodged itself deeper and deeper in her intestines – and as she was lifted onto her tiptoes, she felt her poor asshole spreading wide. Kobi hadn’t thought it was possible to be completely impaled on a cock, but just as the disbelief began to set in, the bull gave one more thrust – and rammed his giant cockhead out of her asshole. SPLRCH! Kobi was run through on dick, his throbs resounding through her insides, his musk soaking into her inner walls. She could feel herself going crazy with lust as the minotaur pumped through her, using her tiny body like a disposable onahole, crashing and thumping against her maw and out of her asshole with such fury that Kobi came again from the inner grinding. “Nnghk!” She shuddered and lifted her hips as best she could with a rock-solid monstercock pushing her digestive tract into a straight line. Her toes curled in pleasure as she squirted herself silly, tongue winding coils around the bull’s ballsack and squeezing it tightly on the other side of the hole. Who’d have guessed that being a cocksleeve could be so pleasurable? Kobi remembered something her mother had once said--- “FUUUUCK!” The minotaur bellowed as he ploughed into Kobi – CLOP, CLOP, CLOP – harder and faster by the second as he drove towards his orgasm. It didn’t take long for him to cross the finish line: he tensed and exploded, blowing back the stall curtain with the sheer force of his load and hosing the far wall white. SPLURRRTTTT, SPLRRRCCCH, GLRRRRRTTT! Kobi found herself twitching at the heart of a storm, becoming a conduit for the deluge blasting out of the minotaur’s cock. She squeezed tighter with her tongue, feeling every step of the cum’s journey down the bull’s shaft and out of his tip, her poor asshole clenching under the flare of his cockhead. How could one kobold girl hope to keep up with this conga line of studs? Kobi couldn’t deny how good some of this felt, but at the same time she feared she was approaching her breaking point. “Fuuuck…” the minotaur repeated as he settled down, his immense load spent. “Fuck, that was good.” He pulled back, reaching through the gap to palm Kobi’s face and push her off his dick. She gargled pitifully around every inch of his withdrawing cock, twitching when his flare schlorped back into her asshole and dragged through her guts, and not long afterwards spitting it out. Slime roped from the minotaur’s softening dick while Kobi leaned on the hole and peered up at him. He studied her for a moment, then rolled his eyes and took out a wad of bills. “You want a tip? Fine, here’s a tip.” He crouched, opened her mouth wide with one hand, and stuffed the bills down her cum-drenched throat. “Swallow, bitch. The next guy can fuck it out of you.” Kobi gargled at first…then shut her mouth and gulped. “Glrrh…” “Good girl,” said the minotaur, and patted her cheek before leaving the stall. Before the curtains had ceased to move, another, even larger bull entered. This one looked fierce, his red eyes glaring down at Kobi with bare anger. “Taking a break?” he snarled, grasping his ungodly monstercock in one hand and bringing it to bear. “Show me your ass, bitch. I’m gonna wreck you.” Kobi was almost too exhausted to move, but she managed to pick herself up and turn around, inserting her perky rump through the hole. As soon as she did so, the minotaur seized her sensitive tail in a fist and yanked her backwards, folding her over double as her thighs squished into the hole. “Eeh?” she asked – and a moment later, she belched out a wad of money, followed shortly by the minotaur’s cockhead. He rammed his entire dick through her with a single thrust, his flare protruding nearly a foot out of her gaped, trembling mouth as she stared in awe at the jets of precum spurting out of him. Still clutching her tail, he started to rut her without mercy or restraint, clobbering her asscheeks and thighs with his watermelon-sized balls while she gurgled and glurked around his shaft. ULG, guk, guk, guk, GLUKCH, hurggk! Kobi’s asscheeks jiggled under the minotaur’s pounding hips, her arms dangled limply beneath her, and her maw strained way past its limits as he wore her like an ornament. It occurred to Kobi that she wouldn’t be pleasing goblin cocks any time soon – not with her holes stretched so horrendously wide. The bull lurched his hips back, and then started to fuck her with all the rage and power of a tsunami. SCHLAP, SCHLAP, SLAP, CLAP, SLAP--! Cracks spread across the wall, dust showering down with each powerful thrust. The lightbulb flickered overhead, and all the while a pair of balls bigger than her entire body cascaded into her thighs again and again, so packed with potent goop that she heard it sloshing. “First day?” the minotaur chuffed cruelly. “You’re tight as fuck, but not for long. Hnng!” He pushed himself to ram Kobi harder and harder, just for the sake of tormenting her unprepared body, warping and distorting her torso with gigantic bulges. His cockhead never vanished behind her maw: it just mashed against her mouth from the outside, punching her in the face and wobbling her brain until she saw stars. She could feel his cock spasming as he approached orgasm, and that was a kind of relief: at least her encounter with the city’s largest cock would be over soon. He didn’t say anything when he came: he just mashed her tail in his grip and rocketed his hips forwards, bottoming out in her as he came. Kobi watched the first, metres-long jet of cream rip through the curtain and splatter the already drenched wall, collecting at the bottom like a gloopy snowdrift. Kobi tried to count his ropes, but then she blacked out – and when she stirred to consciousness again, he was still cumming. Only when he’d sprayed several gallons of cum through the air did his load start to calm down: he pulled back slowly, inch by inch, his flare approaching Kobi’s face and then sinking inside of it. And spat up wads of splooge, her shoulders sagging with weariness as that colossal cock withdrew. Finally, it was all over… But as the bull’s cockhead burst from her asshole, Kobi realised something. He was still rock-hard. “We have some time left,” he growled, and slapped her ass hard. Kobi whimpered as she realised what was about to happen: his glans prodded her cunt, the only part of her the bulls had yet to touch. “Nice and tight. Try not to rip, whore.” “W-Wait,” Kobi said, but it was far too late for pleas: this bull was a conqueror, and there was one more conquest to be made. Kobi could hear one of the rec centre workers telling him his time was up, but he ignored her. She imagined steam blowing from his nostrils as he lined up with her cunt, preparing to give the tiny kobold the ride of her life. When he rammed her pussy, Kobi squealed – and watched her belly bulge between her tits, protruding far in front of her as he stretched her body far beyond its natural limits. He started to hammer her hard and fast, clobbering her cunt without a hint of concern for her wellbeing: he didn’t care if she tore apart at the seams, so long as he got his kicks. He growled his delight as he rutted her like a breeding mare, like she was just as big and powerful as him; nothing could be further from the truth. He tail slapped against his abs as he pounded her, each thrust driving her mind deeper into the abyss. No matter how she wailed and begged, though, the minotaur wasn’t going to stop. Her belly danced in front of her with brutal lurches while she squirmed and tried to pull herself back through the hole. Every time she tried, the minotaur gave her ass a punishing slap. “Not much longer, slut,” he snarled. “Hold still while I finish you off.” He swung his hips like a machine, brutalising her innards, concerned only for his own bestial pleasure. SCHLAP, SCHLAP, SCHLAP – the noise of his balls beating against her. He wouldn’t last long: Kobi felt it in the way his muscular thighs trembled whenever he bottomed out. Something else occurred to the kobold girl: with no way for his cum to escape, she was about to take a load several times the mass of her own body. Was that even possible? She was about to find out. At last, the bull roared and came, cracking the wall even further as his hips jolted against it and flattened Kobi’s asscheeks. As Kobi stared, the tip of her distended stomach blossomed outwards in a massive cum-bloat, shot after shot filling it out with gallons of semen. She whined and squirmed, but it was totally hopeless: soon her gargantuan cum-gut sagged beneath her onto the stool, spilling over its sides like a huge lump of jello. She was lost in the storm, eyes rolled back in their sockets, cumming pitifully around the minotaur’s base as he finished her off, just as promised. His load lasted for almost thirty seconds, during which time he pumped her full of more sperm than the goblin race had produced in its entire history – and then he left without a word, wrenching his monstercock out of Kobi and shoving her back into the cubicle. She drooped onto her own belly while cum hosed from her cunt, gurgling quietly, knowing there was no going back for her… - Mina hoisted the mug and swigged her beer, her muscular neck rippling with each powerful gulp. “I needed this,” she moaned as she set the mug down. “You have no idea how hard it is to get the taste of goblin dick off your tongue…” Kobi, sitting on the stool beside Mina, could only glare at the huge minotauress. The kobold wore a skintight red dress, tighter still for the huge mound of her cum-gut. She’d managed to squeeze most of the splooge out of her, so now she only looked pregnant with triplets; a plug kept her from leaking. “How difficult for you,” the kobold said, and lifted her own glass of wine. “Kobi supposes you want to return to your old job.” Mina thought about that for a long time. “Actually, I was thinking of leaving the gloryhole business. There’s more to be made in e-thottery,” She squinted at her kobold friend. “Don’t tell me you wanna keep working with the minotaurs.” Kobi neither confirmed nor denied that: she just sipped her wine and peered thoughtfully at the racks of bottles behind the bar. “Kobi’s mother always said to aim high.” Mina stared at Kobi for a long time, trying to figure her out…then shrugged and raised her mug in a toast. “To dick-sucking, yeah? And making money.” Kobi clinked her wine glass elegantly with Mina’s. “Especially to that last part.”
Title: [Spider-Man] Lost & Found Chapter title: New-Yorks-Most-Romantic-Alleyway Story Description: Officer Mary-Jane Watson is searching for her missing husband, and her first line of inquiry is in a familiar-looking masked superhero. - Champion of Venus, my lewd visual novel, is out now on Steam and Itch.io! Join Rayne for an adventure packed with the kinkiest scenes you've ever seen in a video game. Misc: Comics » Spiderman Story Content: “I know you’re up there,” MJ said, folding her arms and peering up into the darkness of the alleyway. It was quiet between the abandoned buildings, but after years of sporadic encounters with the mysterious webslinger, the red-headed police officer had developed a sixth sense for these things. A light rain fell all around, making her uniform shirt slick and shiny, but she showed no concern for the rain: she just glowered into the looming blackness with a hip quirked against the air and her brow furrowed. She was sick and tired of chasing Spider-Man around; was he toying with her? Just then, she felt a tap on her shoulder. It took all her strength of will to resist yelping in shock as she spun and stared at the masked face hovering upside-down, just inches from hers. Getting this close to him was rare, to say the least. For a long time they just stared at each other, saying nothing, taking one another in…until Mary Jane parked her hands on her hips and scowled deeply. A wave of doubt came over her. Was she right in her suspicions, or had she been chasing ghosts all this time? She pushed those thoughts aside; they were useless to her. There was a question she had to ask, and if she didn’t get it out of her system, she’d never be satisfied. “My husband went missing a year ago,” she said. “Around the time you became active in the city. I need to know – are you him?” Her question resounded in the alleyway, but at first, he gave no response. Then, slowly, he brought a hand to his neck and lifted his mask. Only halfway, enough to reveal his mouth. He reached out and pushed his fingers through her hair, then drew her forwards. In the half-instant before their lips made contact, MJ considered an alternative explanation — that Spider-Man was some kind of sex offender — but then he kissed her, and her thoughts melted away. She kissed him deeply, tongue spilling easily into his mouth as he stroked her cheek softly. The sounds of their intense makeout filled the alleyway, and when he tried to pull back, MJ grabbed his head and pulled him back into the kiss, refusing to let him go just yet. “Mmp…” She gave as good as she got, groaning happily into their kiss, trying to figure out from the touch of his lips alone if this really was Peter. He did kiss like someone who hadn’t been alone with his wife in some time… When they were both out of breath, they leaned back, breathing heavily. Mary Jane’s enormous chest rose and fell with huge, ragged breaths, her nipples blatantly stiff under the wet blue fabric. She couldn’t believe how horny she was getting. Almost unconsciously, she brought her hands to her collar button and started to undo it, pausing only when she realised how ridiculous this all was. She wasn’t about to have sex with Spider-Man in an alleyway, was she? A moment later, he answered her question for her — dropping from his web and flipping to his feet, then pushing her back against the brick-and-moss wall for another intense kiss. This time, he grabbed her shirt and tugged it open, exposing her excessive cleavage — the envy of her female co-workers, and the desire of all the male ones — to his grasping hands. He jostled and groped her tits in wonderment, revealing more and more of their pale slopes, until at last, they broke free of containment and spilled fully into the open — two massive, squishy globes, among the world’s finest, springing free for his perusal. Her big, pink nipples immediately came under assault by the horny superhero’s mouth; MJ gasped as he ducked down and covered a sensitive bud in his lips, lashing it with his tongue and tugging with his teeth, making her eyes blur as she held onto his shoulders. “Ungh…easy there, big guy,” she murmured, all too aware of the obscenely-sized bulge stretching out the front of Spider-Man’s costume. He was really excited — maybe more excited than she could handle. “Hng…huah…” When he let her nipple pop from his mouth, he smushed her tits together, digging his palms deep into their flanks as he leaned against her chest, giving them no option but to pancake up and down — up to her chin and down to her belly. “You…really like these puppies, huh…?” He was doing things that any other man could only dreamed of doing. If her co-workers had known what she was up to right now, she might have been fired on the spot…but this moment was for her, and her alone. His hands slipped from her breasts, letting them pancake in every direction instead of just up and down. She clenched her teeth when he gripped her hips and twisted her around, driving her glorious udders up against the wall while making her present her titanic ass. It strained her pants like crazy, making the seams creak from stress as they struggled to contain such gargantuan, wobbling cheeks. She panted for air as the superhero raised a hand in the air — and brought it down in a scything arc, slapping her across her gorgeous booty! SCHPLAP! The noise of impact rung out in the alleyway, followed by Mary Jane’s shriek of sensitivity. He delivered another smack, and another, spanking her like a naughty child as she stooped low on her trembling knees, her tongue hanging out of her mouth. Only Peter knew how sensitive she was to this kind of treatment — how fucking wet it made her. Could it be…? Before she could finish the thought, Spider-Man stepped up close and drove his massive bulge against her groin, mashing her pussy inside her pants. She hissed in deep pleasure, going cross-eyed for half a moment as she felt that horrendously huge, womb-busting bitch-clobberer grinding against her cunt. She squeezed his bulge with her thighs. Peter had been huge, too — awesomely so. The longer she spent with the masked man, the more certain she felt that she was with her long-lost husband. A gibbering noise of delight burst from her lips when he smacked her ass again — but then he wrapped a hand in her long, red hair and yanked her head back, treating her like a bratty bitch as he humped against her crotch. “Nngh, fuck…” she groaned. “That’s right…punish meee…” She let the naughty words roll through clenched teeth as she melted into pure, animalistic heat. Another slap made her giant ass jiggle in her pants, and then Spider-Man reached around to open her belt. Instead of throwing it aside, he wrapped it around her neck and pulled it tight, almost cutting off her air supply, forcing her to gasp and wheeze for precious breath as he tugged down her pants. Simply wrestling the fabric out and around her indomitable asscheeks was a trial, but he possessed super-strength, and with a desperate groan of struggling seams, he released her ass from containment; her cheeks burst into the open with a springing motion, clapped together, and fell into his waiting hands. Even as he gripped them so tight his fingers vanished amidst overwhelming flesh, his thrusts managed to make her asscheeks jiggle, and jerk, and wobble against his pumping hips. She could hear his breathing grow louder as he became hornier, the bulge in his suit stretching out between her bubbly thighs and protruding in front of her. She dropped a hand to knead the cock-shaped bulge, groping and pumping it until a fat glob of precum oozed through the fabric of his suit. “Peter…” she murmured, but got no response. At last, Spider-Man pulled back. She heard him undoing something, a slipping of fabric — and when he pushed forward again, she was shocked to feel his enormous, throbbing cock slide between her asscheeks and up along her back. It was naked, freed from his suit. She tried to look back — to confirm if it was truly her Peter’s massive schlonger — but he tugged her hair to hold her in place. He started to fuck her asscheeks with rolling pumps, making them jiggle even harder than before, spurting lines of precum up the curve of her spine as he huffed and puffed with pleasure. Mary Jane’s mega milkers sloshed and jumped beneath her as she crossed her arms against the wall, crooning in bliss. “Fuck, I forgot how huge you were… I need it inside me, you understand? I’m totally addicted…I need my fix…” Spider-Man squeezed her asscheeks together around his bulky shaft and picked up the pace, letting her feel his superhuman strength come into effect as he made her asscheeks leap up and down. Plap, plap, plap! His heavy, apple-sized balls pounded against her thighs with every thrust, and he sent heavy jolts up her spine, making her heart race and her breath catch in her throat. Once he was completely erect, and so horny that his cock dripped a near-constant stew of precum, he rolled his hips back…back…until his broad, pink glans kissed her needy little pussylips. She wasn’t wearing panties, just like she hadn’t worn a bra; she was completely, and helplessly, exposed to the superhero’s monstrous fuckrod, and she moaned for it, begging him with every word and action to fuck her… Spider-Man squeezed her waist in his hands, took a deep, shuddering breath…and pushed. Mary Jane’s eyes filled with burning bliss, rolling up in their sockets as her teeth clenched and her lips spread in a maddened grin of bliss. A warbling squeak built up in her throat and burst forth in a glorious cascade as her pussy stretched around that massive slab of cockmeat! She’d longed for this sensation, sought after it for so very long, but no toy on the market could compare to the real thing! She dug her fingertips into the mortar between the bricks as she shuddered and writhed and twisted on Spider-Man’s monstercock, dripping slick juices down her jiggling thighs as he entered her deeper and deeper. Soon, his pelvis kissed and flattened her asscheeks, while her pussy sucked and flexed around the bulky base of his cock. She whimpered, gulping down big breaths of the cold night air then expelling hot puffs of vapour. Her belly was bulging around Spider-Man’s cock, her tits pancaked tightly against the wall. She was going to cum from the stretch alone! What-- He slapped her ass again, and she gurgled in orgasm. Clenching, bucking, squirting all over her lover’s fat cock as he throbbed inside her, lubing him up from base to tip in her slutty, clear cum! As she rippled and grinded all over his dick, he grunted and started to thrust. The sounds of soggy sex filled the night air. Schlap, schlap, schlap, schlap, schlap! Mary Jane moaned, her voice echoing as all of her gorgeous curves jiggled and bobbed in time with Spider-Man’s thrusts. “Ah! Ah! Ahn~!” she cried out loud, not trying to hold back her moans even a little. She was too pleasured, too overjoyed — she couldn’t, wouldn’t stop for anything! As that giant cock busted through any and all resistance, stirring her pussy into a soup of pure bliss, Mary Jane tried to meet his thrusts with rough pumps of her own, beating her asscheeks against Spider-Man’s pelvis with dense and meaty smacks. Her toes curled in her shoes, and she bit down on her bottom lip until she almost bled. This was better than she remembered, the best sex she’d ever had in her life, and it was taking place in a cold, dark, grimy alleyway! The Daily Bugle would love to get their hands on this story… Spider-Man tensed and shuddered, and for a moment Mary Jane wondered if he was going to cum — but then he adjusted his grip on her. One arm slung around her titanic tits, while the other hand hooked into her open mouth, tugging on her gums as she gargled and drooled over his fingers — and then he showed her why he was called a ‘superhero’, and proved that everything so far had been nothing but foreplay. He smashed his hips back and forth with super-powered force, thrashing her womb with his brutal cockhead and making her scream as she hit another orgasm within seconds. His entire, monstrously-sized fuckpillar surged in and out of her several times a second, making her tongue flop out and glisten — a clear sign that her mind was melting away. Her asscheeks leapt in glorious bounds, her tits jiggled back and forth, and a web of sticky girlcum clung between her wobbling thighs as Spider-Man demolished her poor, helpless pussy! Her almost prolapsed her womb with each stretching strike, making her howl out as his unbelievable girth tugged on the inside of her pussy — but thanks to the sheer sloppiness of their combined juices, everything stayed inside. She could only gurgle around his hand in her cheek, and rock back and forth as his thrusts poured in non-stop! Come morning, her thighs could be sore and bruised in the shape of Spider-Man’s massive wrecking-balls, and her cunt might never become as tight as it was prior to this intense fuckfest. Spider-Man groaned next to her ear, and she felt him tense — a moment before her insides filled with molten heat. He exploded inside of her, gushing an obscene volume of tar-thick spunk directly into her womb. Mary Jane clamped a hand over her stomach as it swelled around her lover’s load, bloating bigger and bigger with each audible SPLURRRRT! She moaned dizzily as he inflated her, clinging pathetically to the wall while Spider-Man bucked and jerked and rolled his hips in time with his waves of bliss. Her moans were somewhat choked by the belt-collar around her neck, but they resounded loud enough to excite Spider-Man to greater heights of sexual stamina. When he finally stopped blasting, MJ’s belly was enormous, sagging under her like a beachball full of milk, gurgling and squelching. Her womb must have grown twenty times bigger than it had been just a moment ago, and all that thick, fertile spunk was held inside by the thick plug that was his dick. He pulled out — schlorp — and let Mary Jane fall to her knees. But before she could so much as get her bearings, he pulled her head back by the hair, making her sit back on her calves with her breasts resting atop the gurgling slope of her swollen belly, cum gushing constantly from her gaping cunt into a puddle that widened around her knees. She gargled faintly as he pushed his cockhead, still bloated and stiff, against her lips — and she panicked for a moment, squirming as he pushed it inside. Her jaw strained to the limit, her eyes blurring with tears, but then it was in — bulging her slender neck under the tightened leather belt as he inserted his cock deeper and deeper, pushing it forwards until his pelvis kissed her lips, his balls slung over her eyes, and her chest bulged around his giant fuckhammer — spreading her breasts somewhat around it. Spider-Man took a moment to breathe, then grasped her jaw and started to pump. Her neck danced, rippling and writhing under the straining belt as she gargled for mercy, unable to do anything but keep taking his monsterdick down her gullet. Spider-Man raised a hand to his mask and tugged it off, groaning as the open air touched his skin. Mary Jane couldn’t see a thing with his balls repeatedly eclipsing her face, but if she hadn’t been so obstructed, she would have been able to see that Spider-Man’s face was none other than that of her beloved husband, Peter. Hooking his thumbs into the corners of her lips, he fucked her face harder and faster, straining the belt to its very limit. The metal clasp bent under the incredible stress, the leather frayed and thinned, and finally — the entire thing just snapped apart, flying off of Mary Jane’s bulging neck and striking the brick wall! GLUCK, GLUCK, GLUCK, GLUCK, GLUCK~! The noises of her messy throatfuck filled the alleyway, so powerful and violent that her tits smacked together from the sheer force of impact. She held her bloated belly with both hands, gurgling and squelching and spluttering noisily on her husband’s monsterdick while he basked in the sensation he’d long missed. Of course, being Spider-Man meant that anyone near him was in danger. Peter couldn’t take that risk — but if Mary Jane wanted to seek him out, then maybe the occasional, secret rendezvous would be possible… He hissed through his teeth as another orgasm built up inside him, getting harder and harder to hold back. He pounded her harder, making drool and precum slobber off her chin and over her giant, bouncing tits as her gullet massaged his dick. Hold on…! Peter thought, then threw his hips forward and groaned as he blew a massive load into MJ’s stomach. Her belly swelled even further than before, bloating to an impossibly massive size, squishing against the wall and pancaking outwards as the super-powered stud shuddered against her. He kept on thrusting, plapping and slapping his nuts against her face, soaking her in his ballsweat as he flooded her with more jizz than any woman knew how to handle. Most of her insides were occupied by pure spunk-mass, her internal organs pressed between the two giant, inflated sacs of jizz. Peter groaned as he dumped the last few shots into her, firing into such pressure that the cum could barely leave his cock. Her asshole was spurting jizz by this point, pouring the dense cream across the floor as she twitched and gurgled pathetically. At last, he leaned back and dislodged his dick from her gullet, making her gwuuurgle every inch of the way. She was too bleary-eyed to see him clearly, with or without his mask, even when he leaned down to kiss her forehead and caress her hair. “We have a little while longer,” he murmured in her ear, not sure if he could hear her or not. “Let’s have some more fun…” - SCHLAP, SCHLAP, SCHLAP, SCHLAP, SCHLAP! Peter pounded MJ on all fours, bending her over and pressing her down on her bloated cum-gut so jizz sprayed from all of her holes, even around his dick as he slamfucked her asshole. He rocked her back and forth in sluggish motions, pounding his beloved wife long after the point she should have passed out. Maybe she had a super power, too – to please his dick unlike any other woman. He groped at her jiggling mega udders as he pounded away, sending ripples through her ass, her thighs, her oversized belly…swollen beyond all belief. Mary Jane would have to visit the gym diligently for the next few months if she wanted her stomach to look normal again — especially if he blasted another load in her! And that moment, it seemed, was quickly approaching. Peter snarled as he fucked her, rutting like a wild stallion, plapping his balls against her delicious asscheeks and drawing low, wavering moans out of her sweet lips as she swayed on the verge of a total blackout. Peter still had enough fuel in the tank for one more explosion, and he planned to make it the biggest and best of all. “Cumming~!” he roared at last, letting all his frustration — all those months of not seeing his wife — pour forth into this final eruption. He blasted Mary Jane’s insides with jizz, flooding her guts with thick cream until it burst from her mouth in an arching spray. Blueeegh! He kept on pumping, crooning, growling as his balls drained themselves of all that pressurised goo. “Nnngh…fuuuck…!” he howled, throwing his hips back and forth, back and forth, until the waves of mind-melting pleasure started to fade. Huffing and puffing, he slowed down to a crawl, still pinning the impossibly swollen MJ beneath him. She twitched and crooned, unconscious at last, broken down by the incredible slamfuck. Peter pulled out and wiped his cock on her asscheeks, then started to pull his suit back on — covering himself while the nude police officer quivered where she lay. “Hnnngh…” she groaned. “Peter…” “I guess my suit didn’t disguise me as well as I thought,” Peter murmured, and gave her ass another affectionate slap — just to watch it wobble. “Sorry, MJ, but I gotta run. I’ll be seeing you soon.~” Mary Jane was too weak even to turn her head as Spider-Man leapt and zipped away, leaving her spurting cum from both ends in the alleyway. “I’ll catch you again, Peter,” she whispered to herself, swallowing semen. “Just…just you wait for me, stud…”
Title: [Spider-man] Trapped Spiders Chapter title: Cant-think-of-chapter-title-sorry Story Description: After capturing Miles and Gwen, Liv decides to test out a giant fuck-machine she just has...lying around? Sure, let's go with that. - Champion of Venus, my lewd visual novel, is out now on Steam and Itch.io! Join Rayne for an adventure packed with the kinkiest scenes you've ever seen in a video game. Misc: Comics » Spiderman Story Content: “Two spiders for the price of one – how quaint,” said Liv as she entered the room, not even glancing at the pair of superheroes trapped in the grips of the huge machine. Their limbs were bound, and they were held in a vulnerable position – Gwen bent over with her huge, doughy asscheeks propped up high in the air, and Miles’s colossal cockhead smushed up against her tight little cunt. She trickled slick, clear juices down her thighs as she trembled and gasped in overwhelming lust. How could her body react otherwise, faced with such a massive, throbbing rod? Miles kept muttering apologies to Gwen, but his shame didn’t make him any less hard. The scientific supervillain walked to her desk and hunched over her notes for a second, tongue probing her lips as she made a few quick adjustments. “I should thank you two – it’s not everyday I get to delve into biology. For instance – just how much cock can a super-powered pussy take? A fascinating field of research; I intend to be its forerunner.” She turned and faced them, walking up until she stood at eye-level with their genitalia. They were suspended in the air, their feet hovering several…well…feet above the floor. Helpless as the day they were born. Liv brought a finder to Gwen’s thigh, prodding it firmly, impressed by how deep it sank into her giving flesh. “You know, I’d love to gloat and give your friends a chance to come rescue you, but I haven’t had my coffee yet, so let’s make this brief. Tell me where Peter Parker is, or I’ll record Spider-Gwen getting her holes gaped and sell it on the Internet.” Gwen groaned and bit her lip, throwing a furious glare back at the supervillain. She was sweating from head to toe, her teeth grinding. The full force of the aphrodisiacs Liv had administered were finally setting in. “You really think we’d betray him like that? Think again, Dok Ock.” Liv sighed and looked to Miles. “What about you, champ? Feel like sparing your girlfriend? The power lies in your hands…” She waited a few moments, watching Miles’s conflicted expression. He wasn’t going to sell out, that was clear enough, but his desperation was amusing. Finally, Liv shook her head and took out a remote. “Fine. Refuse my magnanimity. Let’s see how you feel after a few minutes of this.” She clicked a button. Gwen braced herself, expecting a huge, powerful thrust to carry Miles’s monstercock all the way into her sloppy cunt, but instead the machine moved slowly, pressing his bitch-breaking uber-dong against her trembling lower lips so gradually that he barely seemed to be moving at all, until her pussy stretched and sharp, maddened gasps and groans started to burst from her lips. Her eyes lit up with desperate pain and pleasure, and she jabbered as that colossal cock strained her pussy walls past their limit. “Uogh! Fuuah! Hnngh--!” “I’ll start the recording,” Liv purred, and gave an evil chuckle as she walked to the camera mounted at the end of the room. At the same time, Miles was trying not to show his overwhelming pleasure at having his monstercock wrapped up in Gwen’s squeezing cunt. Her core remained tight, gripping his massive schlong even as she stretched like elastic. Soon her belly was bulging around the mass of his dick, clenching as hard as she could but failing to contain the monstrosity of his manhood. Burbling moans broke free from Miles’s lips, and before long he was panting and gasping and groaning just as much as Gwen – while the last few inches of his member sank into her, and her pillowy bubblebutt squished across his pelvis. They were both trembling, unable to believe the raw pleasure of being joined so intimately. It was like they were made for each other. “I expected one of you to pass out by now,” Liv said, approaching again. She rested an elbow on Gwen’s ass and leaned heavily against her, peering up at Miles in his desperate state. The poor guy looked on the verge of tears. “I almost feel bad about this…but not really that much.” She showed him the remote, swirling her thumb slowly around the big, red button in its centre, letting the realisation of what was about to happen sink in. “Sorry, buddy, but you walked into the wrong lair. Hope you can find it in your heart to forgive me.” “You won’t…get away with this…!” Gwen gagged behind Liv, prompting her to look back. “You’d sound prettier screaming,” she said, and pressed the button. WHUMP, WHUMP, WHUMP, WHUMP, WHUMP! Immediately, the machine launched into a monstrous series of high-power thrusts, jerking Miles’s whole body back forth three or four times a second, plapping his giant balls against Gwen’s thighs and shaking his brain around in his skull! He yelled in shocked pleasure, his eyes rolling back, as Gwen started to cry out in deep, wanton delight with each and every thrust! No matter how the pair tried to resist the incredible, burning pleasure, they just couldn’t muster up the strength to hold in their moans. Liv leaned against Gwen for a long moment, feeling the impacts of Miles’s thrusts transferred through her body, before stooping into a squat and peering up at her gaping pussy from below. She had to pull her goggles down against the spatters of clear goop leaping off of Gwen’s ruined pussylips, and her tongue slid around her mouth as she eyed that gargantuan dickbulge warping out her taut and slender belly. Oh, this was getting good. “S-Sorry!” Miles managed to call above his own surging pleasure, barely able to manipulate his own tongue to make the correct sounds. Gwen was in an even more frantic state, gurgling pitifully between howls of orgasmic bliss. She came twice in the first minute alone, launching into mind-blistering orgasms as Miles’s huge rod speared her at breakneck speed. The dickbulge in her belly smacked against her tits again and again, making them bounce, while drool hung from her tongue in ropes that snapped and splattered on the floor far below. When Liv pressed a hand against her lurching stomach, she tried again to suppress her calls of pleasure, but it was utterly hopeless; the supervillain had put her in a position where resistance was simply impossible. “Why didn’t I try this before?” Liv asked, stroking her hand back and forth on Gwen’s bumping, bulging stomach – before resting her other hand on her pussy, fondling Miles’s dick as it plunged in and out of her cunt in a rampant rage! The machine was holding up surprisingly well, thrusting Miles into Gwen so hard that it looked like the mechanisms would break at any second – but it was only running on medium settings. Liv decided to ramp things up a little, to really test the limits of her invention – and as she clicked one button rapidly, the machine sped up. THWOP THWOP THWOP THWOP THWOP! Miles’s giant cock vanished and appeared from Gwen’s cunt so quickly that juices splattered everywhere, all over Liv and her skintight suit as well as Gwen and Miles’s flexing thighs. Those cascading monster-nuts nearly slapped Liv in the face whenever they swung forwards, buffered only by the doughy cushions of Gwen’s thighs. The supervillain was almost curious to find out what it felt like to be repeatedly spanked by those horrendously huge balls…but she held back. She was a professional, after all. “At this rate, you’ll be pumping out little spider-babies,” Liv said to Gwen, rising up in front of her and glaring into her eyes. Her moans were music to Liv’s ears. “I hope you don’t mind if I monitor the pregnancy. There’s so much to learn from the pair of you…” She ran a hand up Gwen’s cheek, just to feel her flinch. The blondie couldn’t help but snarl and gnash her teeth in hatred – the cute little rapscallion! She couldn’t even maintain her hateful glare for long; she went cross-eyed in orgasm moments later, eeping and squirming as she sprayed slick cuntjuices all down her thighs, twitching in her restraints! That was when Liv noticed the first trail of smoke emerging from the machine. She frowned and tried to slow the thing down, but instead, it started to speed up. SCHLAP SCHLAP SCHLAP SCHLAP SCHLAP SCHLAP---! The damn thing was malfunctioning! She grimaced. “Ah, what the heck…” She’d thought all the kinks had been ironed out, and now this? “Sorry, you two,” she said as Gwen and Miles’s eyes blurred from the intense sexual destruction. “Looks like the machine’s gonna run until it runs out of steam. But you’re superheroes, right? I’m sure you can take it…” The two lovers were lost to their own ecstasy, moaning and groaning in overwhelming pleasure, twitching and arching their bodies as they were wracked by deep spasms of cock- and pussy-clenching ecstasy. They’d never experienced anything half as pleasurable as this. They wanted it to keep going – forever! Brains bathed in happy chemicals, they clenched their teeth and crooned for mercy they didn’t really want – while Liv stepped back and rested a hand on her hip. Maybe this development wasn’t so bad, after all. More smoke burst from the screaming machine, which hammered Miles’s giant dick into Gwen’s helpless cunt far faster than its programmed maximum setting. His entire body became a blur, relentlessly slamming Gwen’s pussy while she screamed and shook her head, her belly dancing, thighs bouncing, tongue hanging from her open mouth! Miles hit his first orgasm them, hissing through his teeth as hot scream started to spurt from the sides of Gwen’s ultra-gaped pussy. A waterfall of jizz splattered down her thighs while her belly swelled and swelled, growing gravid with intense torrents of tar-thick splooge! She whimpered in joy as he doused her womb with his super-seed. Cum slapped heavily to the floor and spread out in a widening pool. Liv wished she’d put a bucket underneath them…but a bucket would have been totally insufficient for the sheer volume pouring out of Gwen. “Not bad,” Liv murmured, biting the tip of her thumb briefly. She kept her distance, backing away as the puddle spread – watching Miles cum harder with each successive orgasm, blowing intensifying geysers of splooge into his girlfriend’s womb. Soon Liv was forced to sit on the desk, lifting her boots above the spreading flood while Gwen’s belly sagged further and further towards the floor. The little slut was loving it, gargling and grinding her teeth as Miles’s dick trapped her in a hell of continuous orgasm. To think her body was capable of so much…! Miles was practically limp in his restraints, the machine alone continuing to punish his erect monstercock by piledriving it in and out of Gwen, his eyes nearly blank. Both their bodies were coated in a sheen of sweat, and perspiration splattered off of Gwen’s ass as it wobbled and CLAP, CLAP, CLAPPED under the searing assault. Miles growled and gurgled as his cock was pushed far beyond its limits, made to keep working even after he’d geysered five loads deep inside his lover. He kept trembling and twitching, though, and his balls kept churning up more and more thick seed to batter Gwen’s womb as the machine made him fuck her. “Hoo, boy,” said Liv, wiping her brow as she watched the steamy display. “I wonder when the machine’s gonna give out? It could be minutes…or hours. Either way, this is some very valuable data.” She scooched over, lifting her butt off a clipboard so she could hoist it up and start jotting notes, always keeping one eye on the insane fuck-display. The relentless noise of flesh slapping flesh was a distraction, of course, but nothing she couldn’t handle. She wrinkled her nose as she wrote, all the while wondering what other tests she could perform on the super-libidinous pair. “HooOOHHH~!” Gwen howled as she came again, her jaw hanging slack and eyes watering badly as she shook under the clobbering. Any normal woman would have been torn to shreds by Miles’s hammer-thrusting dick, but her belly just continued to bulge in and out, thumping forwards with enough force to knock out a bull before withdrawing into the swelling cum-bloat that, by now, was just beginning to touch the ground. Miles couldn’t stop cumming; for as long as his cock kept plunging into Gwen’s delicious pussy, it would stay endlessly hard. When he tensed up and gurgled in a particularly powerful pang of bliss, Gwen eeped — and then jerked as lightning coursed from Miles’s cock into her body, shocking her so ferociously that her sweat turned to steam. She shrieked under the lightning, and panted in its wake, only to scream again as his next muscular spasm brought another venom shock of electricity! Miles’s balls clamped up tight in his sack, draining themselves violently into her before swelling visibly as they filled up with another load of freshly-produced jizz. By now her belly was piling up and sloshing outwards on the floor, a massive oversized beachball flooded with spunk. Gwen kept blacking out: every few seconds, her eyes would lid and her shoulders would sink — only for a fresh lightning bolt to shock her awake again. Liv thought the obscenity would never end… …Until, at last, it did. Miles gave a dwindling growl as his orgasm petered out, his balls finally draining at long last — or so he thought. Just as his load faded to a faint leak, he felt a new source of heat deep inside him — and then a vast, untapped reservoir of semen surged forth, and his eyes rolled all the way back. He came harder than before, as though everything up until now was just precum, and Gwen’s belly doubled in size while she crooned in amazement. Liv gasped as Gwen’s expanding tummy knocked against the table on which she sat. The machine gave out before the superheroes did; something snapped, and the braces holding the pair up collapsed, dumping Miles on top of Gwen as she herself sank into the giant mass of her belly. They wheezed for air, sweating and twitching, completely wiped out after their reality-bending fuck-stampede. They drooled, and gurgled, not fully conscious but unable to fall asleep – just peering without direction, writhing together amidst a giant heap of degeneracy. Slowly, Liv took off her goggles and wiped the steam from them. “Well, then,” she said at last, but wasn’t sure how to follow it up. Looking at the mire of semen flooding the floor, she wondered how she’d even leave the room. “I guess I’ve gotta…install some drains, or something.” She gulped, then nudged Gwen’s oversized belly with a foot. “You two…are a real handful, you know that?” They could only groan in response, helpless in their bliss. It would take days for them to come out of their sexual daze, by which point Liv would have a new series of experiments ready for them…and stronger machines.
Title: [Spider-Man] X-23 vs Peter Bedroom Battle Chapter title: Shooting-Webs Story Description: A short, hardcore sex scene featuring two superhuman hotties. 'Nuff said. I have a Patreon! Your donations help to fund Champion of Venus' development. Version 2.0 is now available to the public! Misc: Comics » Spiderman Story Content: X-23 groaned as Peter bit her neck, pressing her firmly against the bedroom wall. Dipping into the love hotel had been an exhilarating experience, but now they were here, the possibilities were endless. Laying her hands on his shoulders, she pushed him back and glared deep into his eyes. “Are we just going to make out, or are you gonna fuck me?” “Someone’s eager,” Peter said with a grin, trailing his hands slowly down X-23’s sides onto her wide, jutting hips, his fingertips resting on the thick curves of her asscheeks. Her chest was heaving magnificently with deep, gasping breaths, the swells of her nipples all too visible through the fabric of her shirt. Peter wondered if superheroines ever wore bras. Grasping big handfuls of her ass, he pulled her towards him, letting her feel his fat, throbbing boner pressing on her groin through their pants – and then he took her hand and guided it to the swell. X-23 squeezed his cock tightly, growling a low note of desire as Peter stepped slowly backwards, guiding her toward the bed. “If you’re so thirsty, you’d better take off my pants.” As Peter sat, X-23 knelt – and rolled her mouth slowly over his bulge. He gasped, watching her plump, pink lips squish over the heft of his enormous, coiled-up cock, her eyes never leaving his. At last she clasped his zipper between her teeth and tugged it downwards, allowing his cockbulge to surge outwards in his boxers. Her eyes lit up when she saw his gigantic girth straining inside his underwear, throbbing powerfully against her lips and nose. “Fuck,” she hissed, and hooked her fingers in his boxers’ waistband. She hesitated, savouring the tension of the moment, and then tugged the waistband downwards. Peter’s cock sprang free in a torrent of meat, wobbling out into the air and SLAPPing down onto X-23’s face, a bulky, sweaty monster oozing fat beads of precum onto the superheroine’s face. She groaned happily, leaning further forwards, basking in the sensation of Peter’s dick throbbing against her. The look of pure satisfaction on her face made Peter shudder with delight, and he ran a hand through her hair as she nuzzled his massive cock, making it stand slowly up into the air. She ran her lips up and down his urethral ridge, kissing his cock affectionately while guiding his balls out of his underwear with one hand. As the huge, swollen globes spilled out one by one, X-23’s affections deepened: Peter felt her teeth brushing his sensitive shaft, her lips forming tight vacuums before popping off of his meat. When she finally reached his tip, she kissed it gently, pursing her plump lips outwards in a slurping seal before leaning forth and engulfing his cockhead in her mouth. “Mmmph…” X-23 closed her eyes tightly, fists clenching by her sides as she stuffed herself with dick. She bobbed up and down, up and down, making sure he was completely hard and drenched in her drool before breaking the seal and licking off his cock. “Ahn. Now, then…” Peter leaned back as X-23 mounted him, planting her hands on his chest while her thick ass rose high above his cock. She opened her pants, and Peter felt her soft, hairless pussy kiss his tip, stroking slow circles around his cockhead while he gasped for precious air. She leaned in and kissed him, and he threw an arm around her back as they made out, tongues swirling between their mouths… At the same time, X-23’s hips descended, pushing him into her inch by slow inch. Peter tensed up, amazed by the degree of pleasure rushing through his system. He spurted a thick rope of precum inside her as she started to bounce her hips, riding him slowly but firmly. “Mmn…puah…!” She broke their kiss at last, stretching ropes of drool between their panting lips, grinning evilly at him. “Time to face the music, spider-boy. I’m gonna ride you all night long.” Peter wasn’t prepared for what came next. X-23 RAMMED her hips down, swallowing half of his cock in a single plunge and then thrusting violently. She fucked him with vicious blows, grunting and groaning each time he struck her cervix, her expression becoming increasingly frayed as the pleasure got to her. She talked a big game, but within moments of spearing herself on that cock, she was panting with her tongue outside her mouth, her hair lying in wet strands over her face… Peter grinned and grasped X-23’s shoulders – and, in one firm tug, he rolled her over onto her back. “W-Wait,” she hissed, not ready to be bred by the superhuman. As he pulled her legs up to her shoulders in a mating press, she started to shake her head – but then Peter began to storm her cunt with vicious thrusts, brutalising her pussy without mercy or restraint. She howled in bliss as he pumped her, making her bubblebutt jiggle and her huge tits bounce up to her chin. They were still mostly clothed, but Peter tugged at X-23’s shirt as he pumped, lifting it up over her breasts to reveal them in all their jiggly glory. The moment they sprang free, he buried his face between them, kissing and sucking and biting, making her tip her head back and gnaw her bottom lip. “Hnngh!” SLAP, SLAP, CLAP, SLAP, CLAP! Peter ploughed her cunt with no end in sight, thrusting like a machine; with X-23, he didn’t need to worry about holding back on the super-strength, and each thrust made the bedframe creak dangerously. He wondered what this sounded like in the adjacent rooms: the other guests would probably think they were filming a porno. X-23’S asscheeks clapped together each time Peter’s hips fell, and her tits smacked each time they rose. He leaned into her warmth, sucking her nipple while he pounded her into oblivion, making her eyes roll back in their sockets and her tongue spill out to her chin. She had never felt anything like this before: her toes curled in the air as Peter pounded her deepest depths, bulging her belly around his girth, making her sweat until her entire body shone. Before X-23 could get used to this position, Peter turned her onto her side, lifting her left leg over his shoulder without ever slowing his thrusts. She gurgled in bliss, holding her hair with one hand and her raised leg with the other, panting noisily as Peter’ giant dick appeared and disappeared into her tight, sopping pussy. Her super-powered core muscles squeezed his dick, wringing it, massaging ever inch of his veiny fuckhammer while he gasped and grunted over her. Her tits flopped against the air, one half-pinned beneath her ribs while the other slid wetly over it, bouncing back and forth, at a frantic rate. But being fucked on her side was only a transition period: Peter lifted her leg over his head and turned her all the way onto all fours, tucking her huge tits between her biceps and thrusting her asscheeks up toward his pelvis while he rampaged in her womb, breeding her harder and faster than she’d ever been bred before. “Fuck!” X-23 cried. “You’re too…ngh…too fucking big! Don’t you dare stop!” “I wasn’t planning on it,” Peter grunted, and leaned over her with his hands on her hips as he pounded her cunt without mercy. Their hips collided in super-powered strikes, vaporising the sweat on her asscheeks in miniature clouds. His balls slapped against X-23’s thighs with every thrust, and she could feel the weight in his testicles, the sheer volume of the load he would soon blast into her. She thrust her hips up even higher: she needed it so badly that her body instinctively begged for it, desperate to receive a giant dousing of Peter’s seed directly in her fertile womb! She bit the bedsheets and groaned pitifully, so lost in her bliss that she didn’t even consider the consequences. Peter, for his part, couldn’t hope to hold back: she’d told him not to stop, but he was already past the point of no return, and when that first bolt of searing pleasure hit him in the brain, warning of the orgasm to come, he thundered on ahead without regret. “Fuck!” Peter exploded in her womb, pumping rope after thick rope of hyper-potent spunk into X-23’s womb. She squirmed on his cock, croaking in her own orgasm, her teeth grinding as she shuddered and squirted all over his cock. Peter smacked her asscheeks as he flooded her, making her belly swell slightly outwards around the sheer volume of jizz blasted into her. “Hnngh…” She gazed at the far wall, out of her mind with pleasure, unable to believe the sensations rolling through her body. “T-Too big…” - Afterwards, Peter sprawled back on the bed, legs spread wide, while X-23 lay between them on her front. She buried her face in his balls, stroking his shaft with one hand, lathering his monstrous package in kisses. When she finally raised her eyes to his, peering around his bulky cock, her lips curled into a naughty grin. “So…when will you be ready to keep going?” “Keep going?” asked Peter, and winced when X-23 kissed his cock, making him throb powerfully. “You said you’d fuck me all night, right? I’m holding you to that.” “O-Oh.” Peter’s face flushed red. “Then…just give me a few minutes, okay? Then I’ll blow your mind.” X-23 laughed prettily. “I’ll hold you to that, too.”
Title: [Stardew Valley] The Farmer's Plough Chapter title: Tilling-Soil Story Description: When Marnie invites the farmer in from the rain, she's shocked to find out what he's packing. - Champion of Venus, my lewd visual novel, is out now on Steam and Itch.io! Join Rayne for an adventure packed with the kinkiest scenes you've ever seen in a video game. GamesNSx♂♀ Story Content: “My, you’re positively soaked!” Marnie cried as the farmer stepped through the threshold. “Come in, come in! Get those clothes off and a towel on, young man; I’ll get the fire roaring.” As the mature lady set off to do just that, the farmer headed into the bathroom to do as he was told, peeling off his sodden garbs and drying himself as quickly as he could, before wrapping a towel tightly around his muscular body. With the wet clothes slung over his arm, he returned to the living room – and there was greeted by a spectacular, one-of-a-kind sight: that of Marnie down on her knees, huffing and puffing as she tried to light the kindling. “Hff… Come on, now…” she murmured as she worked, shifting back and forth – subtle movements that caused monumental shifts in that obscene ass of hers. It swayed from side to side, rocking and rolling slowly in her tight pants. The farmer couldn’t help but stare, the clothes dropping from his arm as he gazed upon the finest ass in all of Stardew Valley. How could he not have noticed until now? He felt frozen to the spot, his shoulders as tense as his dick was slowly but steadily becoming; he was glad he’d wrapped the towel tight. “There we go,” Marnie exclaimed as she finally got a fire crackling away. She closed the door on the wood burner and rose to her feet, patting the soot from her knees as she looked with pride on the burgeoning flames. “Now, you sit yourself down on the sofa, and I’ll go make us some coffee.” As Marnie turned to face him, the farmer swallowed – and dropped his towel. Marnie’s eyes widened as the fabric swept down his muscular body and crumpled in a heap around his feet, revealing his nude body in its entirety. A look of pure shock passed over her face – which only increased as her eyes fell to the object between his thighs. The fat, throbbing, near-forearm-length object jutting up, hard and erect, all for her. “Oh,” she said. - A minute later, the farmer straddled Marnie’s soft belly as she lay by the fire. She gazed wide-eyed at his obscene, throbbing fuckrod, while squeezing her biceps around her massive, naked tits and squishing them together around his meat. She pumped her udders up and down, up and down, sloshing and smushing them inexpertly while his dick rode up not only to her jaw, but alongside her face. “Hnngh…” She squeezed tighter as the farmer started to thrust, bucking his monstercock through the smooth, pillowy valley of her tits slowly at first, but picking up speed as his pleasure began to boil. Thwop, thwop, thwop, thwop! The soft sounds of his hips colliding with her underboob heralded big leaps of her jiggling boobs, making her cry out and struggle to re-assert her hold on her own giant udders. “Mmmgh… You’re so big! I can’t believe it… You must feel dizzy, all that blood rushing down there…” She brought one hand to his cockhead and cupped it softly, stroking the precum that oozed from his tip downwards, over his glossy pink crown and his throbbing shaft. “Why, I never…” The farmer huffed and puffed as he pumped harder and faster, leaning over Marnie and planting his hands on the ground, surprising her with the intensity of his pleasure. He grunted as he bucked, repeatedly plapping his hips against her enormous tits and slapping his heavy balls down on her balls. She bit her lip and braced herself, watching her own cleavage jolt and jiggle under the intensity of his pumps. Thwap, thwap, thwap, thwap! Her breathing sped up as his did, and she clenched her arms as tightly as she could around his pulsing, bucking, thrusting monstercock! “C-Come on, now!” she called in her excited drawl. “Don’t stop! Keep goin’…until you’re good and satisfied…!” The farmer had no intention of doing anything else. He clobbered Marnie’s tits with rough thrusts until he felt fit to burst, until his fists clenched on the ground and eager groans rose from his throat. Clop, clop, clop, clop! He made her tits leap up to her jaw again and again, holding her gaze as he finally approached his limit – and burst through it without hesitation! Rearing back, the farmer grasped his shaft in both hands and aimed his cockhead at Marnie’s face. To his surprise and delight, she immediately opened her mouth wide and rolled out her tongue like a red carpet for his load – but she couldn’t have imagined just how much cum she was about to swallow. The farmer erupted all over her like a geyser of cream, spraying hot jets of jizz into her mouth and over her face, spurt after spurt. His cock pulsed wildly in his hands, flexing and straining as he pumped his jizz all over Marnie’s cute face. When her mouth was full, she shut it tightly, lips pursed and jaw straining, her eyes full of shaky bliss. She tipped back her head and groaned – and the farmer watched her neck pulse as she swallowed that huge glob of cum all in one gulp! When her mouth opened again, it was glossy red and empty of cum. She panted, her massive tits heaving rapidly in and out, cumropes slung all over her cute face… The farmer wiped sweat from his own brow before rising, and helping Marnie to her feet as well. She swayed, looking almost tipsy, peering down between them at his cock – still erect, still needy. “Well, I’ll be,” she said in a voice so low it was almost a whisper. She bit her lip pensively, thinking deeply, before glancing toward the bedroom – and back at the farmer. “Shall we, dear?” He let her lead him into the bedroom, let her push him down on the bed, watched as she mounted him – straddling his hips and grinding his cock between her plump thighs. Her tits heaved in and out with big, hungry breaths as she peered down at him with a ravenous glare. Her slick, needy pussy tickled his cockhead, then smooched firmly against it. “Bet you didn’t expect a woman like me to be a skilled rider,” she said, “but just you wait.” THWOP! She brought her hips down and yelped as she speared herself on the farmer’s massive cock, her eyes flying back somewhat in her head. “Haah--!” Despite the shock of penetration – of taking such a huge, throbbing fuckrod inside her – she didn’t hesitate, and started to bounce up and down, up and down, showing his dick no mercy! Her boobs bounced mightily as she rode him, her thighs and ass jiggling and leaping, her jaw clenching tightly as her face became a mask of pure pleasure. Slap, slap, slap, slap! Her heavy blows caused the bedsprings to creak, the frame to groan, clearly not used to such intense activity. She ran a hand through her hair and groaned happily, having to huff and puff deeply to fill her lungs. Though past her prime, Marnie was more than ready to pulverise that monstercock amid her hot, clenching folds, to wring the muscular farmer for all he was worth! CLAP, CLAP, CLAP, CLAP! The sensation of her needy pussy gliding up and down his meat was enough to make him writhe beneath her, growling and clutching the bedsheets – and then her huge, bouncing tits! When he sank his hands deep into the pillowy flesh of her udders, Marnie cried out, shying away a big – before shoving herself against him hard, her belly and her udders squishing down onto his torso as they grappled each other mid-rut. Her ass leapt high in the air before slamming down again and again, but she was clearly tiring, sweat on her face, on her back…! “Take over,” she said in a small, tight voice next to his ear. The farmer didn’t need to be told twice; he got a tight hold on Marnie and rolled, flipping their positions so he was mounting her. He didn’t hesitate to begin thrusting, full-force, into the mature lady’s hungry pussy – plapping her hard and fast, sending gorgous jiggles and ripples through her plump curves. He held her thighs up around his hips as he pumped hard and fast, putting his athletic body to good use! Smack, smack, plap, smack! He gasped and blew deep breaths, his shoulders high and his fingers sunk deep into the meat of Marnie’s thighs, swinging his hips like a fuck-machine! “Oh!” Marnie cried as he worked. “Haah…!” She dug her fingernails into his back, clinging to the muscular young man with all her strength as he pounded her like a wild stallion! His balls slammed into her asscheeks again and again, creating ripples of their own, while his cockhead punched her in places she’d never expected to feel again! By now her tits were leaping so high that they intermittently framed her face between their jiggling, glossy masses, like acting as earmuffs for brief instants. The farmer kept on slamming, kept jerking his hips, driven on by Marnie’s expression of pure bliss. How could he stop thrusting, when she looked at him like that? He pounded her with all his power, grunting and gasping as bolts of pleasure flowed through them both, eagerly SMACK, CLAP, CLAPPing her silly, driving every last inch of his oversized dick in and out of her! Marnie came hard. Her core clenched around his dick, her thighs around his hips, and she howled as she experienced an orgasm unlike anything she’d felt in decades. Hair stuck to her brow with sweat, eyes rolling, she clawed at the farmer’s arms in a silent plea for him to keep going, to fuck her harder and faster, without end! He was happy to fulfil that need for as long as they could both keep going, and he gathered his strength to keep on pounding Marnie with the same furious force, clenching his teeth and rearing his shoulders, digging his knees into the bedsheets! Suddenly, an idea occurred to him. He was going to put Marnie through a bit more of an athletic wringer – and for that, he grasped her asscheeks tightly while climbing into a squat – lifting her almost upside-down, with only her head and shoulders remaining on the bed, and her tits spilling up to encompass her skull! She yelped as he started to batter downwards, clobbering her from above and sending juicy ripples through her meaty asscheeks. With gravity’s aid, the farmer pounded her within an inch of her sanity, making her eyes fly back and her tongue lash out in the first ahegao of her entire life. Rippling, wobbling, sweat flying from her leaping asscheeks and sliding down her massive tits, Marnie could do little but cling to her own thighs as the farmer pushed them down like handlebars. PLAP, PLAP, PLAP, PLAP, PLAP! He jiggled her with all his might, pounding Marnie with heavy, sweat-flinging CLOPS and SMACKS that reverberated throughout the house. Sweat dripped from his own brow as he power-fucked the older lady without mercy, treating her how she longed to be treated, stretching her out and demolishing her! When he was close to orgasm, he shifted her position again, lowering her onto the bed and turning her onto her side, lifting her leg over his shoulder and clobbering her cunt witn all his might. SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK…SPLRRRRRRT! When he exploded inside her, the farmer gave a guttural groan of pleasure and surged forward, bottoming out inside her with a goo-splattering SCHLAP! His balls collided with her thigh, and he squeezed her leg tightly, grappling with it as he squirmed in orgasmic bliss. He blasted her womb with dense shots of jizz, one after another, flooding her to the brim and then some, until cum back-blasted out around her stretched cunt! Marnie howled in bliss, in her own second orgasm, her eyes rolling and her jaw clenching tight, guttering and snarling through grinding teeth as they writhed together like animals. He could do little but paw at her mindlessly as he squirmed in orgasm, thinking of nothing but pleasure, planting his seed inside the mature lady by the cupful. He kept on grinding against Marnie long after he’d run out of seed to spend. He panted for air, wheezing, his chest heaving rapidly in and out as he fought to stay conscious against the tide of pleasure. He felt burned-out, his brain melted in his skull, his shoulders sagging as he leaned his full weight on her raised thigh… Marnie, for her part, was no less exhausted. She purred and growled and moaned in the afterglow of their intense sex, her toes curling, her fists digging deep into the bedsheets. She was so full of cum that her belly felt tight, like she’d just eaten a huge meal. How could one man be such a colossal stud? She whimpered as she slowly came down from her orgasmic high, biting her inner cheek and letting her eyes roll, once again, toward the heavens. “Unngh…” The farmer eventually drew his monstercock out of her, sliding it free inch by slow inch, glazed in thick white goop, dripping and drizzling cream in stringy ropes. His huffs and puffs continued to fill the house, mingling with Marnie’s own heavy breaths – as, at last, his glossy pink crown burst from her pussy with a faint slurping sound. Just before he pulled away, though, his monstercock gave one final throb – and spat an especially long, thick rope of splooge against Marnie’s pussylips, marking her as his property, his territory. At last, finally spent, the farmer flopped forwards on top of the mature, pillowy beauty and rested his head on her left udder, squishing his face deep into its ultra-soft surface. “Hnng…” He growled into her tit, brushing his lips over its sweaty surface, searching for something… Marnie helped him out. With a trembling hand, she took hold of his hair and guided his face to her stiff nipple. He latched on immediately, wrapping his lips around the tender bud of her nipple and lashing his tongue hungrily across it. To his surprise, a moment later, he felt a warm dribble across his tongue – and he started to bob his head more ferociously, sucking and gulping down Marnie’s delicious milk. He watched bleary-eyed as her other nipple started to trickle milk as well, soaking the bedsheets where it landed. “Haah… How lovely,” Marnie said in a faint voice, caressing him as he sprawled on top of her. “Mmhn… I’m glad you moved in, stud. I always knew you’d be popular with the ladies; never thought I’d be the one to catch you…” The farmer groaned happily and buried his face deeper in Marnie’s breasts, sucking even harder, wrapping his arms around her bust and her sides to pull her against him, and himself against her. No more words were needed; he basked in the afterglow of their sex while the rain continued to patter down against the windows, with no end in sight…
Title: [Street Fighter] Juri's Vacation Chapter title: Theres-Always-Bigger-Bro Story Description: While lounging on the beach, Juri is approached by an overconfident young man - whom she proceeds to sexually demolish. Little does she realise, his big brother is much more formidable. I have a Patreon! Donations help to fund my lewd visual novel! Games: Street Fighter Story Content: Juri was sunbathing, sprawling on a towel with her toned arms crossed behind her bed, wearing nothing but a skimpy purple bikini that left her rock-hard abs and mango-crushing thighs on display. She soaked in the glorious sunlight, her chest rising and falling slowly. Occasionally she stroked a forearm across her brow, wiping away sweat, but other than that she was static — unwilling to move one inch from where she lay. Her muscles needed time to recover, after the last tournament. Suddenly, to Juri’s perturbance, a shadow fell across her and blocked out the sunlight. The opened one eye behind her shades, glaring up at the figure of a young man looming over her. He stood with his hands on his hips, and a big crooked grin etched on his face as he drank in her body with his eyes. “Hey there,” he said. “I notice you’re all alone in this part of the beach. Don’t tell me — no boyfriend?” He tutted as though it was the greatest tragedy he’d ever heard, then jerked a thumb over his shoulder — indicating the vacant volleyball net. “Maybe we could play a game? You look like some kind of athlete, so I’m sure you’d kick my ass, but still—” “You got a mouth on you,” Juri said, and sat up with a sigh. Her eyes never left his, glowering murderously at him. She’d hoped for just one vacation where she could relax and recuperate, but it seemed that was off the table. Rising to her feet, Juri matched his stance — hands on hips, thrusting out her chest and pouting her lower lip. “You think you’re some kinda big-dick superstar, creeping up on me like that?” “Well, not to brag, but—nngh!” The young man tensed right up as Juri grabbed his package inside his swim trunks, brazenly fondling his cock through the fabric. She was strong — stronger than he’d anticipated, and she only had to walk forward to drive him back, step by step, toward the tall rocks at the edge of the beach. She was trying to get him where no one could see them, though he didn’t know that; in those startling, pleasurably painful moments, all he could think of were Juri’s eyes drilling into his own, narrowing in cruel fury…even as her long tongue slugged a circle around her lips. “I-I’m Brad,” the young man stammered as Juri pushed him against a rock and stooped into a squat. She ignored him, and yanked his trunks down without a moment’s hesitation. His big, fat cock flopped free, and she grasped its hulking crown in one hand while measuring the opposite forearm against his shaft. She moved quickly, mechanically, a brutal economy of motion. Brad had always prided himself in being big enough to turn confident girls into squealing piles of fucktrash, and he watched Juri eagerly, waiting for the moment she understood just how outmatched she was. To his surprise, instead, she snorted and said, “Pathetic. You think you can grab my attention with this thing?” She grasped his hilt and shook his cock around like a wet glove, a wide grin creaking across her face. As she leaned into him, she rested an elbow on his chest, pinning him against the rocks. “No, you won’t be fucking me. Instead…” Brad was coming to realise, increment by increment, just how monstrous Juri truly was. Now she abandoned all pretence of humanity, and Brad barely had time to cry out before he was tossed over her shoulder, flattened on the sand, and mounted by the crazy beach babe! She hoisted his thighs up high, making him groan in agony as she stretched them all the way up to his shoulders — locking him in position with his stiffening cock towering high in the air. She leaned over him, using his ankles as handlebars, tugging her panties aside so her soft pussylips could nestle up against his cockhead. “You’re not gonna enjoy this,” she chuckled, then SLAMMED her hips down with all her might, producing a wet clap that Brad was sure had to be heard throughout the beach. He gurgled in painful pleasure as her cunt swallowed his cock in its entirety, baking his overly-sensitive schlong in her hot, rippling folds. Unphased by the size of the insertion, Juri straightened her back, drew in a breath, and proceeded to pump her hips up and down, slamfucking him in a reverse mating-press while he squirmed and moaned beneath her. He couldn’t resist — couldn’t even grab at her big, jiggling tits as she thunder-pumped his cock amidst her dick-crushing inner walls. Her abs clenched tight, squeezing him inside her, making tears spring to his eyes as her asscheeks PLAP, PLAP, PLAPPED down on his heaving balls! “W-Wait--!” Brad cried in a faint voice, barely having enough breath to speak. He was panting loudly, his eyes blurred to some unknown distance. This had not been part of the plan; what the hell had happened, to leave him in a situation like this? He could barely even remember the last two minutes of his life, when everything had gone irreversibly wrong. Juri’s cruel eyes hovered over him, wide and sharp, watching his expression shift from one flavour of ecstatic suffering to another. He couldn’t even enjoy the sensation of her boobs stroking against his chest; all of his focus was on the maddening, increasingly futile struggle to hold onto his consciousness. “Don’t fall asleep on me, bitch!” Juri cried as she worked. She didn’t even sound like she was exerting herself; for an athlete like her, this was just a run-of-the-mill, easy-peasy warmup session, barely enough to get her heart hammering. Still, she loved to see overconfident men in sexual agony, and as she thumped her hips down and made her asscheeks clap, she called out in bright cries of pleasure. Her eyes wavered — and then rolled back as she hit her climax before he did! “Auhh--!” She juddered, holding herself down on his cock, squirting jets of clear juices up his torso as she twisted and rolled her hips in circles… As soon as her orgasm died down, Juri sucked in a breath a got back to rough-pumping Brad’s cock, punishing him for ever daring to approach her. He was helpless before the tidal waves of her bucking hips, and soon enough his defences lay in ruins: he cried out as he came inside her, blasting thick gushes of cream into her womb, one after another. He’d never spurted so much in his life, but he didn’t get a chance to enjoy the sensation; Juri overstimulated him to an extreme degree, overwriting pleasure with pain, until he was babbling, begging her to stop fucking him…! Blrb…blrrb… Cum oozed down his ass and drained into the sand. When Juri finally wrenched herself up and off of him, she executed a quick forward-roll that flung a spiral of cream through the air, landing upright on her feet. She dusted herself down with her hands, breathing heavily, a rosy smile painted on her face. She didn’t even bother to look back at the twitching, moaning wreck of a man behind her, but gave her own ass a teasing smack before saying, “Try training for a hundred years; maybe then you’ll be man enough to entertain me.” - The next day, Juri returned to her usual schedule. Brad didn’t appear to be present on the beach — he’d probably scurried home, terrified of the devil-woman and her cock-crushing abs — so she flopped down on her towel and started to relax. Maybe later she’d go swimming in the sea? The world was full of possibility. Just as she was closing her eyes, another shadow fell across her. Her brow creased in a deep frown, and she leered up at the intruder, ready to snap at them…but then she got a proper look at the man standing over her, and she sat up sharply. “Has it been a hundred years already?” The man looked just like Brad, only…bigger. Much bigger, and bulkier. He was at least twice the size of Juri, and every inch of that monumental body oozed masculinity. He shook his head. “My brother says you hurt him.” Well, that explained things. Juri got to her feet, trying to control her breathing. What was it about this guy, that made her so nervous? She’d fought big opponents before — that was nothing new — so why…? “Maybe you’d like to try me on for size,” the giant said, and grasped her shoulder in a huge hand. Without saying another word, he turned her toward the rocks and marched her forward. Juri didn’t resist, still confused as to why she hadn’t broken this guy’s neck yet. Her heart was pounding, and she felt a red-hot ache down below. What was going on? Once they were in a secluded little space, the giant hooked a finger under Juri’s bra strap and gave a tug. Her bra fell away, freeing her big, juicy tits to jiggle in the open air. At last, rage flared in her eyes, and she prepared to attack — when the giant wrapped his hands around her waist and simply lifted her off the ground. She kicked and struggled, growling at him, but he paid no attention to her protests; instead, he shoved his face against her tits and sucked her nipples up into his mouth, one by one, slurping noisily on both her udders at the same time, stretching them out with his lips! Juri felt like a doll in his grip, gurgling and craning her head back, raining ineffective blows down on his shoulders. “Let…go of me…you big, dumb---ah!” She gasped as he dropped her, falling almost a foot to the ground. She swayed, trying to catch her balance, and he seized the opportunity to grasp her hair in a tight fist and push her down to crotch-level with him. “H-Huh…?” she asked, then her eyes widened as he pushed down his swim trunks. What dropped from their containment was the biggest, most vein-riddled monstercock Juri had ever seen. It was so big, she doubted he had enough blood to get it completely erect…but then it bloated before her eyes, throbbing bigger and fatter by the second, until it towered before her, dripping thick, virile precum to the sand. She only had time to give the faintest squeak before he pulled her forward and shoved his cockhead into her mouth. Juri gagged, eyes rolling as the stench of his dick infiltrated her sinuses and threatened to knock her out. His grip remained steady, pushing her down, down, until his cockhead penetrated her tonsils and stretched out her throat. Further still; she watched those finger-thick veins vanish under her nose, as she spat ropes of drool down his throbbing monstrosity. His abs approaching now — and then squishing against her face, while his humongous balls rested on top of her tits, slowly pulsating. Juri was choking on cock, running out of air bit by bit, gurgling and grunting with her throat gaped to a diameter of two inches. She couldn’t believe what she was tasting. Once he was nice and cosy, the giant started to thrust. AUGHK, guk, guk, GUK, guk, AUGHHK-gukgukGUKguk— Juri went cross-eyed, tears streaming down her reddening cheeks as she was brutally faceraped, her neck performing a grotesque bloat-dance around that colossal, thrusting fuckhammer. The giant held her head in place and pumped with all his might, repeatedly smacking those monster-balls against her bouncing tits, making them ripple and sweat. Juri saw white dots encroaching from the edges of her vision, starting to fill her world as her consciousness threatened to melt away…until all she could feel was the rapid-fire jolts of the giant’s thrusts. At some point, she simply passed out — her arms flopped limply by her sides, and she was held up only by the giant’s fist in her hair, serving as his pathetic, flaccid fucksleeve, her hot gullet massaging his cock as she teetered past the brink of consciousness. Only when he wrenched her off of his dick did her eyes open again, and she sucked in a deep, panicking breath — that was cut off as he rammed down her throat again. HGHLURRRK~! He raped her throat without mercy for a long time, plunging Juri’s gullet as though drilling a lesson into her very psyche: a lesson of dominion and submission. Drool streamed down her torso, and ballsweat splattered across her tits. Soon the act of throating cock superseded all other aspects of her personality, becoming her entire being… And that was when the brute chose to move on. He pulled her off of his cock and left her spluttering, croaking, gagging on her own gaping throat — before he pushed her onto her back and lifted her thighs, mounting her in the exact same way she’d mounted his younger brother. His colossus-cock pressed against her pussylips, crushing them inwards — and then busting them apart as he slammed it inside! Juri shrieked and came, squirting all over the massive man’s pelvis as he pumped her unprepared pussy into a sloppy oblivion, making her tits bounce up to her chin again and again and again! “P-P-Pleease!” Juri wailed as she crossed her arms behind her head, grunting and gargling, under the insane pressure. THWAP, THWAP, THWAP was all she could hear, and all she could feel was his cock beating the back of her womb, stirring up her insides until she felt ready to burst! Her asscheeks jiggling, her tits bouncing, sweat coating every inch of her skin… She came again moments later, her tongue flopping from her open mouth. And then — the dam burst. The giant surged forward, plunging his cock balls-deep into her pretty petals, and then exploded a massive jet of semen into her womb. Followed by another, another, another… Juri looked down in time to see her toned belly swelling outward, packed so full of cream that it had no option but to…inflate. Fear and despair crossed her face then, but the giant didn’t care; he just pressed her head into the ground, covering her face with his palm as he dumped a vast, geysering load inside her. SPLRRRCH, SPLRRRT, SPLRRRT~! Juri had no hope of resisting, and no chance of recovering afterwards; she was totally wiped out! The giant held himself inside her for a long time, until her belly looked pregnant with twins — and only then did he slowly pull out, inch by vein-riddled inch, until a web of cream stretched between his cockhead and her gaping, twitching, oozing pussylips. Juri whimpered where she lay, barely able to move, her arms still crossed behind her head, staring feebly at the blue sky. The giant stroked his cock over her, dripping white slime of her heaving tits. He barely even looked tired from the experience. “You have a minute to catch your breath,” he snarled in a deep voice, planting his foot on her bloated belly. “Then I’m fucking your ass.” He pressed down, and cum exploded from Juri’s cunt, blasting across the sand in a furious torrent. She squealed painfully, thrashing around where she lay, but it was completely hopeless; in a few short minutes, she’d been converted into a piece of fucktrash, completely wasted and submissive. Juri was broken.~
Title: [Teen Titans] Beast Boy x Jinx Chapter title: Blorp Story Description: Pretty much an intense, in media res, no-explanation-needed sex scene. Yay! If you like my content, consider donating to my Patreon. I'm making a lewd game, too. Version 0.3.1 is now available to the public! Misc: Comics » Teen Titans Story Content: Jinx grimaced as a stray glob of precum splattered across her face, missing her eye by centimetes. Raven, mounted on Beast Boy’s monstercock, didn’t utter a word of apology; she just kept riding, bouncing her thickness up and down on that veiny, green fuckpillar. “When am I gonna get a turn?” Jinx asked at last. “H-Huh?” Raven asked, barely glancing back at the spectator. A grin flashed across Raven’s lips as she realised what Jinx was saying. “Oh. I don’t recall…nnh…promising you’d get a turn…at all…!” Jinx’s chest puffed out slightly with annoyance, and she was about to take a step forward when Raven hunched over the sprawling Beast Boy, grasped his shoulders, and started to jackhammer her hips up and down. Her pelvis attacked his, a brutal assault of clapping, slapping flesh that sent fleshy ripples wobbling across her asscheeks. She showed herself no mercy, crooning as she cored her soggy cunt out on Beast Boy’s colossal cock, bulging her belly over and over again. “Hnngh…fuck… Watch closely,” Raven snarled at Jinx as Beast Boy started to gasp and squirm, his movements growing more frantic as he neared a giant orgasm. When it hit, he arched his back and groaned in bliss, clapping his palms deep into Raven’s doughy asscheeks and trembling as he erupted into her. SPLRRRRTTT! He blasted her womb with thick white seed, flooding it to the brink with a single shot and proceeding to inflate it with every subsequent explosion. Raven clutched her bloating belly, going cross-eyed and pursing her lips into a glossy ‘o’ of amazement, staring at nothing as Beast Boy washed her insides with his ungodly load. “Hohhhnn…!” Jinc couldn’t keep still; watching a wanton bitch swollen with Beast Boy’s load was almost too much for her to bear, and she found herself clenching her thighs tightly together, grinding her teeth as she watched the obscene display. Soon, Raven’s womb was under too much pressure to hold it in anymore; wild spurts of semen back-blasted out of her, spilling outwards into a widening puddle around Beast Boy’s hips. She kept moaning, squirming, squeezing her now pregnant-looking belly, until her lover’s load dwindled to a dribble. Jinx gasped as Raven slowly dislodged herself from Beast Boy’s cock, drawing her bubbling, twitching cunt up his rock-hard, slime-soaked shaft until it popped out of her and swung back and forth in the air. Raven couldn’t remain on her feet; she flopped on her side and lay cradling her belly while Beast Boy arose, blinking in a daze, obviously too pleasured to focus on reality… …And what he saw before him was Jinx, on all fours, sticking her bubblebutt high in the air and rocking it in slow circles, panting as she boiled in the heat of her own lust. Watching him cum inside Raven was too much for the little slut to bear; as she bobbed her ass up and down, she looked back over a shoulder and bit her bottom lip. “C-Come here,” she murmured, sliding a hand over the curve of her ass, tugging a thick cheek aside to offer her needy cunt. “Come to mama…” In his current, sex-addled state, Beast Boy couldn’t refuse. His cock stood to full attention as he approached, looming over Jinx with his fuckpillar dripping goop onto her ass. Each weighty splatter of splooge made her hornier; she crooned and arched her back happily, sinking deeper into the haze of desire, her eyes losing focus… Beast Boy hunkered down, grasped her hips, and pressed his broad cockhead against her aching pussylips, feeling her twitch and squirt a little just from the contact. He took a deep breath, then said, simply, “Hey there.” He RAMMED Jinx’s cunt without mercy, plunging his tremendous slab of fuckmeat almost halfway into her soaking pussy and bulging her belly viciously. She threw her head back and wailed like a sopping slut, her tongue dangling from her open mouth as Beast Boy gave her the pleasure she so desperately craved, bucking into her with brutal blows, punishing her womb with impact after meaty impact. Jinc came within seconds, squealing and clamping her thighs together again as she squirted all over her lover’s meat, eyes rolling up and back in a lewd ahegao. Tears streaming down her cheeks, drool on her chin, it was all Jinx could do to hold onto her mind as Beast Boy slamfucked her without mercy, with Raven’s nectar as lube! The gothic sorceress groaned where she lay on the floor, watching all this happen with a blurry look in her eyes and one hand between her legs. Jinx was too distracted to even gloat; she just moaned in heavenly bliss, digging her fingers into the floor as Beast Boy rocked her back and forth. SCHLOP, SCHLOP, SCHLUCK, SCHLOP, CLOP~! Each thrust caused clear juices to splatter from her gaping pussy, almost turning her cunt inside-out around his monstrous girth. Jinx’s chest touched the floor, her arms barely shielding her face as she squealed in absolute bliss. He spanked her, just to see her juicy ass jiggle, then dug his hands into her cheeks and heaved his weight against hers, coring out her tight little pussy with all the power in his body. “Fuck!” he cried out as he came, erupting a colossal orgasm directly into her womb. SPLRRRRTTTTCH! She felt his hot load hit her deepest depths and flood her past the limit, inflating her belly massively beneath her. Jinx could only gurgle and whimper, wearing a shaky grin as Beast Boy lurched uncontrollably against her. This went on for nearly a minute, Beast Boy rutting the last few inches of his cock in and out of her, before he sagged slowly onto her back and lay panting. Jinx whined, enjoying the sensation of his cock still lodged balls-deep inside her. “Haah…ahn…that was amazing, Beast Boy,” she said, her voice thin and shaky. “Let’s…nnh…do that more often…” “You’ve…got yourself a deal…” Beast Boy replied, equally exhausted. Nearby, Raven gave a jealous little groan. He expected her to share him with another slut? Not fucking likely.
Title: [Teen Titans] Fly on the Wall Chapter title: Wicked-Booty Story Description: Beast Boy spies on Raven as a fly...but her teasing causes him to revert to human shape, and she decides to punish him. Brutally. If you like my work, I have a Patreon thingie. Also, I'm making a game! Check it out here. Misc: Comics » Teen Titans Story Content: Beast Boy was getting bored. It had been a long day, and as soon as the Titans had returned from their mission, they’d all gone to attend to their own business: Cyborg was in his room, performing maintenance on his left arm, while Robin was cooking. Neither had appreciated Beast Boy offering his help – and so he wandered the Tower’s hallways, whistling to himself, hands stuffed deep in his pockets. His meandering eventually brought him to a familiar location: the door to Raven’s room. He peered at it with eyes narrowed, thinking hard. Of all his teammates, Raven was the one who’d react worst to being disturbed, and Beast Boy was about to walk on when he heard a murmur from behind the door. “…My ass…” That caught his interest. Beast Boy hesitated for about half an instant before shape-changing into a fly and zipping to the top of the doorframe. He crawled between the frame and the door, and finally emerged into Raven’s room. As he clung high on the wall, he saw something that nearly stopped his heart: Raven was standing in front of a mirror, glaring back at herself, lips set in a furious grimace as she dug her fingers through swathes of her own pale ass. “Thing’s always getting in the way… Gotta hold off the snacks, maybe…” Raven swished her rump slowly from side to side, inspecting its angles as she mauled her thick cheeks in her palms, unaware of Beast Boy watching in complete awe. It wasn’t like he hadn’t noticed her ass during their recent adventures; it was pretty unmissable, after all, as her suit dug between her pale buns and left them mostly exposed. Combine that with the power of flight, and you had one big magnet to the eyes of any men in the vicinity. At last, Raven sighed and crossed her arms under her perky chest, glaring into her own eyes. She considered using magic to shrink her ass…but that was a double-edged sword at best. The potential side-effects outweighed the benefits, and besides, wasn’t she overthinking things? Maybe no one really noticed her ass in the midst of combat. It was better if she taught herself not to worry, and— At that exact moment, Raven detected a strange, green fly high on the wall, apparently unaware she could see it through the mirror. She didn’t let a single facial muscle twitch, but behind her eyes, her mind raced. After a few moments, she gave a theatrical sigh and lifted her hands – before bringing them down in a sharp, two-handed smack on her rump! Her pale-white asscheeks bounced wildly, rebounding off each other, jiggling gloriously as Beast Boy stared in hypnotised lust. She lifted her cheeks and dropped them, squished them together – and at last, she squatted down low and started to twerk her hips up and down. Her ass danced, clap-clap-clapping together in all their juicy plumpness while she huffed and puffed for breath. Her frantic motions made her tits and thighs wobble, and soon enough droplets of sweat sparkled across her asscheeks. “Hff… Or I could quit the Titans, and become a stripper instead,” she mused aloud, dragging her fingers across the unyielding curve of her rump – and then swatting herself once again. “Shaking my huge ass for hundreds of paying customers… Doesn’t sound so bad…” She pitched even further forwards, planting her palms on the floor and bounding her ass with increasing ferocity, making her giant cheeks bounce and wobble and smack, smack, smack for Beast Boy’s viewing pleasure. She knew exactly what she was doing to him – making him lose malicious link removed, making his powers weaker with each passing second… She wondered how long it would take him to surrender. “Mmnf…kinda makes me horny, just thinking about it. Ahhn.~” Her little moan was the cherry on the cake, and she emphasised it by slapping her clothed pussy with an open palm, causing slick juices to splatter down her shaking thighs. Her ass never stopped bouncing, continuing to fling sweat through the air each time her glorious cheeks collided, driving Beast Boy crazy with lust! “I wish a big, strong man was here right now, to slam my juicy ass with his giant cock. I’d probably, mmf, melt.~” Her words gushed over her tongue, her eyes losing malicious link removed a little in the midst of her slutty display. Though she was acting, she was starting to get genuinely horny, panting as she worker her rear. Come on, she thought, resisting the urge to look back at Beast Boy. Just transform already, so I can get on with punishing you! Beast Boy shivered. This was bad, he realised – he was about to lose control of his transformation, and there was no time to crawl back through the doorframe. He tried to hold himself together, but—WHUMPF! – he suddenly expanded and dropped like a sack of potatoes, falling to the floor in his true form. “Argh!” He writhed on the ground, rolling over slowly, clutching at his stinging ribs – until a shadow fell over him. Raven leaned forwards with her hands on her thighs, glowering down at the sprawling shapeshifter with equal parts derision and amusement. She was breathing heavily from the exertion, her pale cheeks glowing rosy red, but that didn’t make her stare any less deadly. “Hello, Beast Boy,” she said, and then grabbed his collar and hauled him across the room. “R-Raven, funny we should meet like this! I can explain—” “Save it.” Raven turned and heaved, and Beast Boy yelped as he toppled onto her bed, landing on his back. Before he could move, a shadow eclipsed his vision – and he found himself pinned under Raven’s thick, sweaty asscheeks! Her dense rear squished across the front half of his skull, until he was wearing her cheeks like earmuffs and the scrunched-up seat of her suit was pressing on his nose and mouth. He groaned pitifully as she started to pump her hips, grinding violently back and forth on her teammate’s face while straddling his head with her thighs. “Is this what you wanted, Beast Boy? By all means, enjoy – and suffocate.” Beast Boy cried out, but his voice was muffled by dense, doughy cheeks. He grabbed Raven’s hips and held on for dear life, but nothing could stop her from grinding her ass back and forth, back and forth, and then in slow, demeaning circles. She wanted him to know he was helpless beneath her ass – to submit to her power – and before long, he did exactly that. His arms flopped by his sides, and he whimpered into her pumping asscheeks, no longer trying to resist. “How disgusting,” Raven murmured, referring – of course – to the big, fat bulge that was tenting out his pants. “You’re getting hard from this? I should have known…” She lifted her ass clear of his face and then dropped back again, pressing his head deep into the sheets while her hot cheeks flattened her features inwards. “You little creep, spying on women in their own rooms. You’d better believe I’m going to punish you, Beast Boy…” Beast Boy didn’t know how to feel about this torment. On the one hand, he could barely breathe, and he was powerless to stop Raven from doing – well, whatever she wanted – but on the other hand, he was getting exactly what he wanted, what he’d dreamt about again and again. In fact, he had to pinch himself, just to make sure he wasn’t dreaming— Suddenly Raven jerked forwards, lifting her ass clear of his face and letting him gasp for breath. While he squirmed on the bed, she hooked her hands under his pants and tugged them down, unveiling his green beast of a cock inch by thick, vein-riddled inch. His cock was freakishly huge and freakishly horny, and when it sprang up to slap her in the face, it was already dribbling thick globs of precum from its tip. Raven, still straddling his chest, grasped his monstercock in both hands and pumped it up and down. Her strokes made him moan, gazing down at her asscheeks squished on his chest, totally amazed that any of this was happening. “Raven…?” “Don’t think this isn’t part of your punishment,” she said, but her voice was somewhat strained, as though the sheer size of his cock had changed her mind about some things. She jerked him off with brutish rhythm, rough and unrelenting, bringing her lips closer to his spasming, oozing tip with each second that passed. When she finally deigned to press her mouth to his humongous cockhead, Beast Boy arched his back and moaned out loud, unable to stop his voice from bursting free. Splurt! A thick rope of hot, white cream leapt from his swelling pillar and doused Raven’s face, caking her features in a dense layer of cum. She wiped her face with a hand and licked her fingers, scowling down at him. “Who said you could cum yet?” “Tha-aat…wasn’t…cumming…” Beast Boy was too dizzy to speak properly. He was quickly becoming enslaved to Raven’s affections, twitching and squirming happily at her every touch – and when she once again kissed his tip, he moaned and spurted yet another thick rope. “Good,” she said, holding his cock aside so he didn’t paint her face again. “In that case, we’re going to have lots of fun.” With that, she angled his monstercock toward her open mouth, gasped a deep breath, and brought her head down in a hammer-blow on top of his dick! GHLURK! Her neck expanded in a thick, reddening bulge as she swallowed his shaft, taking it down her gullet with a fierce blow that strained her jaw and brought tears to her eyes. She proceeded to suck him hard and fast, glugging and glurking noisily, blowing ropes of spittle between her teeth whenever she gagged. Beast Boy had never felt such amazing, intense pleasure before, and he threw his hips up to meet Raven’s blows – at least at first, until she flattened her hands across his pelvis and pinned him to the bed. This was her show, not his, and she intended to remain in control until the end. Gluk, gluk, gluk, ghurk, gluk, ghurk! Raven raped her own throat on his massive dickpillar, loving the way he throbbed and bucked inside her, the way he fired dense ropes of cream down into her stomach and warmed her from the inside out…! She was losing her mind faster than Beast Boy was, and yet she held on, tongue spilling from her wide-open maw to flick and slap against Beast Boy’s enormity, proving to him with each passing moment that she was far, far superior. “Ohhh…Raven…” Beast Boy moaned in pitiful bliss, grasping her asscheeks and rolling his hands through their bountiful plumpness, digging his fingers in so deep that her pillowy flesh enveloped them, then spreading them wide so her tight, fluttering asshole peeked out from under the scrunched-up seat of her suit. Raven, apparently annoyed by his bold groping, thrust her ass backwards, forcing him to let go. She didn’t stop sucking him even for a moment, and the slew of lewd gags and glurks continued until she was good and ready to stop. All that brutal throatfucking – was apparently nothing more than prep for the main event. Suddenly, Raven grasped Beast Boy’s heavy balls and FORCED herself all the way down to his hilt, cramming every inch of that colossal slab of meat down her gullet, so his tip touched her stomach and her lips squished against his ballsack. She gurgled hungrily, rippling and clenching her throat around his entire cock, soaking it in slime – and then wrenched back all at once, freeing his cock from her maw in one loud, basso, drool-flinging GLUAAARGK! She held herself up from his pelvis at arms’ length, panting for air, drool and precum hanging from her chin in a sloppy mixture that oozed over Beast Boy’s twitching, throbbing dickpillar. Once she’d caught her breath, Raven hiked a leg up high and swivelled, so she was facing Beast Boy, and then planted her feet on the bed. She lifted her hips slowly, batting and bumping her pearly asscheeks against his desperately horny cock, never breaking eye contact. “I hope you’re ready, Beast Boy,” she told him, “because once I start, I’m not stopping until I get what I want.” Beast Boy couldn’t even respond, so wrapped up in coils of lust and despair. All he could do was grip the bedsheets beneath him and watch Raven knead his cock in one hand, guiding it up between her thighs and then her thick, doughy asscheeks, pressing his ultra-broad cockhead against her tight, needy asshole. “Uhnn… Raven—” CLAP! Raven jerked her hips down and groaned as her guts stretched, taking his monstercock so deep that her belly bulged right away! Without waiting, she started to pound her hips up and down, up and down, lurching back and forth over him, twerking her giant asscheeks around his cock! The heat of her insides felt so amazing that Beast Boy nearly came immediately, but somehow he held back – he wanted more of this, and geysering her guts could wait. The sight of him chewing his lip in desperate restraint only made Raven’s eyes crueller; she twisted and arched herself as she worked, crooning each time she SLAMMED her asscheeks down on his pelvis, taking him so deep inside that his cock was practically lodged behind her tits – which bounced and jiggled gorgeously in her suit. “Uhn, ah, fuah…” She closed her eyes and shuddered, and Beast Boy realised she was cumming; clear nectar trickled down her thighs and slapped onto his pelvis as she drilled him like a demon! CLAP, CLAP, SLAP, PLAP! Her asscheeks struck together again and again, scattering tiny drops of sweat through the air, working up to such a beat that Beast Boy flinched under their miniature shockwaves. “Uhn! Hah! Ahhn!” Raven’s moans built to a crescendo as Beast Boy arched beneath her; he could feel his orgasm searing near the base of his cock, the pressure rising to an unbearable high, ready to unleash itself full-force on Raven’s poor guts – but even now, he resisted with all his might, wanting to feel just another collision of her hips, to see her tits jiggle just one more time…! Raven grunted, sweat dripping from her nose as she exerted herself to her utmost limits. Suddenly she grabbed Beast Boy’s shoulders and pitched forwards, HAMMERING her hips down on him with all her might! PLAP, PLAP, PLAP, PLAP, PLAP! She took his entire cock inside her with every blow, swallowing him up with her hungry asshole, never giving him a moment’s rest. Her eyes remained fixed on his, commanding, letting him know he belonged to her – until she saw Beast Boy’s eyes roll back at last, and he erupted into her with a final, powerful thrust! SPLUUUURRRTCHHH! A dense geyser of jizz hit Raven’s guts, flooding her insides to the brim with hot, gushing splooge. He moaned in despair, throwing his hips up against hers again and again, his heavy balls jostling and gurgling in their sack. “Raven…!” She shut him up by holding a forearm across his mouth, glaring into his very soul as she dropped her hips and held herself there, forcing him balls-deep into her asshole and gripping with her insides. Beast Boy moaned and whimpered, tears of pleasure trickling down his cheeks, unable to do anything but lie back and be overwhelmed by the burning bliss of it all. Raven scrunched her hips in slow circles, growling as she took the last few spurts of his monstrous load, her demon blood taking over for just a moment – and then, at last, she sat back on top of him. “Hah…” She pushed her hands through her hair, then rested them atop the thick cock-bulge in her belly. “Not bad, Beast Boy,” she said, then stood up – SPLORCH! – and groaned as cum started to pour from her vacant asshole, drooling down her thighs and onto Beast Boy’s pelvis. “Now, then – unless you have any other business here, get out of my room.” She stepped off of the bed and pointed to the door. Beast Boy groaned again; he could barely stand, but somehow he managed to climb to his feet and stagger toward the door, his softening cock drooling a trail of slime behind him. Raven crossed her arms and watched him go, a faint grin on her face. “Remember,” she called after him, “I know your weaknesses now. The next time you come into my room, make sure you’re invited first.” The door shut behind Beast Boy, and Raven sighed out loud, dropping onto her cum-drenched bed with her arms wrapped behind her head. Maybe she’d invite him sooner, rather than later… In any case, Raven walked back to the mirror and peered at herself intently, sliding her fingertips down her sides and onto the thick, heavy slopes of her rump. She tilted her hips from side to side, rocking them slowly, then turned around to present her ass to the mirror. “Hm. I wonder why he’s so addicted to my ass? Weird guy.” She bounced her rear a few times, making her cheeks clap, then chuckled low in her throat. “I’m gonna exploit the hell out of him. He won’t even know what hit him…” She stretched, then headed for the bathroom. She needed a shower.
Title: [Teen Titans] Meditation Tribulation Chapter title: A-commission-inspired-by-Yelftea Story Description: While Raven meditates, Beast Boy decides to test the depths of her malicious link removed...and of her throat. - Champion of Venus, my lewd visual novel, is out now on Steam and Itch.io! Join Rayne for an adventure packed with the kinkiest scenes you've ever seen in a video game. Misc: Comics » Teen Titans Story Content: Beast Boy held his ear to the door for a long time, making absolutely certain that Raven was deep in meditation before he dared to turn the handle and step inside. Oh, man… he thought, his fat package giving a hefty throb in his tight pants as he laid eyes on his girlfriend. There she sat in the centre of the floor, legs crossed and her hands laid gently on her thighs, palms upturned, eyes closed. She looked so peaceful — so unlike her waking self — that Beast Boy felt no shame leering perversely at her curvy body. She breathed only shallowly, causing her humongous tits to heave gently in her form-hugging suit, while her dumptruck asscheeks squished out on the floor. The temptation was incredible… Beast Boy entered the bedroom and walked slowly around Raven, soaking in the view. Even when she was sleeping, she managed to wear a faintly annoyed expression; this was the first time he’d seen her totally calm in a while… “Damn,” Beast Boy said in wonderment. They’d been in a relationship for a long time now, but the sight of her body still knocked him flat with awe. His pants were straining now, distorting around the bloating pillar of his monstercock. He grinned nervously as he retreated to the bedside table and pulled it out in front of Raven, and placed his phone on top of it. The camera pointed at Raven, recording the show that was about to commence. “I wonder just how deep your meditation is,” Beast Boy said as he stood behind her and tugged down his pants, freeing his immense, green fuckpillar to buck and pulse in the open air. Once his package was free, it grew at an even more rapid rate; when he was clothed, he had to constantly transform it into a smaller form, just to keep his pants from tearing apart. Now freed, he let it all hang out, and soon his dick drooped past his knee, his mango-sized nuts churning up a fat load that just begged to be let free. “Ungh.” Vision clouding, Beast Boy grasped Raven’s hair and guided her head slowly back. She didn’t resist; manipulating her was super easy in her current state. With a thumb, he pried her mouth open, so the glistening pink sheet of her tongue showed itself to him…and behind it, her throat, almost begging to be stuffed full of her boyfriend’s awesome dick. “Don’t worry,” Beast Boy whispered. “I won’t keep you waiting, babe.~” He pushed his cockhead into her mouth, stuffing it insanely. As her cheeks swelled and her jaw strained, Raven’s hands twitched slightly, but she didn’t wake up. He knew her meditation went deep; she wouldn’t even notice if the Tower was burning around her. Beast Boy was going to use that to his advantage. He moaned as his cockhead entered the red-hot wetness of Raven’s mouth. Almost instinctually, her tongue started to ripple across his needy glans, pleasuring him without even being aware of it. Her pharynx gave a squelching sound as his tip kissed against it, only for her breathing to stop as he stretched her gullet around his mighty girth. Glllrrtch… Raven’s slender neck swelled obscenely around her lover’s cock, bloating more than twice its original width by the time Beast Boy was properly buried in her throat — and that was just the beginning! Standing with Raven framed between his legs, Beast Boy started to push down, plunging his cock deeper and deeper in her muggy depths with each passing second. She could only gargle in her deep meditation as the cockbulge spread her tits inside her costume, his cockhead finally rooting itself in the pit of her stomach! As her plump lips squished against Beast Boy’s pelvis, and his humongous balls fell across her eyes and forehead, Beast Boy raised two hands in ‘peace’ signs for the camera. Oh man, this was awesome. Raven never let him fuck her throat like this while she was awake! At least, not at his own pace. He started to stir his hips back and forth, getting a feel for her bumpy gullet shifting and flexing around his monstrous slab of sex, before clasping her cock-bloated neck with his hands and starting to pump. Schlock, glock, glock, glock, glock~! His hefty balls bapped back and forth, sloshing around Raven’s head like earmuffs as he fucked his glans in and out of her belly, repeatedly bulging her midriff. Drool oozed down her face and into her hair, while he gradually picked up the pace, schlucking and glucking his oversized schlong up and down her internal onahole. Soon he was pumping hard enough to make her titanic breasts knock and wobble around, swinging faintly from side to side as he sent powerful jolts through her body. Her belly sucked in, her ribs showing, as she slowly ran out of air — but Beast Boy trusted in Raven’s resilience. She wasn’t going to pass out from this alone; not while he had so much more to give! And so, leaning forward, Beast Boy started to pound her like he meant it. His hips slid far back, his balls leaping up into the air and smacking his lower back before CLAPPING down against her head in massive hammer-blows! He thrusted like his life depended on it, rutting over two feet of cock in and out of her gullet with each strike! “Hunf! Uh! Ah~!” he cried with each successive blow, engulfing his cock from tip to hilt in soggy gullet, making drool fly through the air as Raven twitched and jolted in deep meditation. “Fuuck--!” His only regret was that he couldn’t cum inside her. He planned to clean Raven up after this, and leave her with nothing but a suspiciously aching jaw and the taste of cock defiling her gums, but a stomach full of cum would be too much. He rammed away at her gullet until he was about to explode, but he never let himself surge over the edge — always backing down at the last moment. At last, sweating and trembling, dizzy with bliss, Beast Boy gave a sigh and started to pull out. He’d finish up in the bathroom, and then— Just before his cockhead popped from her soggy lips, Raven’s hands shot up and seized his hips. He nearly jumped out of his skin with fright, staring down at Raven’s lower lip and bloated gullet as she suckled, slowly but deliberately, around his hole-busting cockhead. “U-Uh…you awake…?” Beast Boy asked, anxiety building in his voice — but it was too late to apologise now. “Look, I—UNGHF!” He all but screamed in bliss as, all at once, his cock was wrenched forwards into Raven’s gullet — bottoming out with a single, drool-flinging SCHLAP! Just as soon as he was inside, he was pushed back — all the way to his cockhead — before magical force pulled him inside again. Raven gargled pleasantly. She’d awoken to find Beast Boy taking advantage of her helpless state. Fine. If he wanted to fuck her throat so much, she’d give him no choice in the matter: activating a magical seal she’d placed in her gullet for just such an occasion, Raven leaned back and forced Beast Boy to pound her face with all his might. He had no choice but to thrust along with the magical pushes and pulled, clasping her neck in weak hands and gurgling as his hips rocketed back and forth, back and forth! GLURK, GLURK, GLURK, GLURK, GLURK~! His balls smacked her face again and again, eclipsing her vision in sweating green skin, splattering sweat all over her. Her tits leapt in time with his thrusts, bounding almost to her chin with each and every thrust. Beast Boy was suddenly reminded just how merciless Raven was. “P-Please--!” he cried as she forced him to slamfuck her gullet. “I-I don’t wanna cum yet! I don’t--!” His jaw clenched as he hit a mind-melting orgasm, an audible SPLRRRRCH sounding from deep in Raven’s belly as he swelled around his cockhead. Raven’s midriff inflated rapidly, tearing her dark blue costume to reveal the pale heft of her cum-gut as it expanded around a gallon of thick, virile fucksludge. Beast Boy bit his lip and whimpered for mercy that wouldn’t come. Soon Raven’s belly rested heavily over her folded legs, burbling and gurgling around a cauldron’s worth of hyper-fertile cum; she rested her hands on its heaving swell, rubbing it slowly and contentedly as Beast Boy squirmed in absolute bliss. At last…it was over. “Whoa,” Beast Boy wheezed as he leaned back, pulling out slowly. “That was amazing, Raven. I can’t believe you—” SCHLAP! The magic seal pulled him back inside with a gooey squelch. Beast Boy gasped and arched his back. “Wh-What--!?” Raven held up two fingers as if to say, You’re not getting out of this until you give be another. Then Beast Boy heard a gurgling noise from his nuts, as all at once, they refilled with hot spunk. “Uuuh—” he groaned, then clenched his teeth and tried not to lose his mind as he started to thrust against his will. SCHLAP SCHLAP SCHLAP SCHLAP SCHLAP! He bucked even harder than before, knocking Raven’s huge, jiggly tits all over the place inside her tight costume as she magically controlled him! Even as he pumped away, gasping with exhaustion, he felt his balls swell even bigger, even fatter, even more strained around their vast load of cum! He wailed in despairing pleasure, but it was hopeless; Raven had full control over his body, over his pleasure, and she’d never let him go until she was good and satisfied! Suddenly, he lurched back, forced out of her throat all at once. Raven rose and patted her ultra-swollen belly, then groaned as it slowly shrank down — her hips and tits fattening as she converted all that sludge into body mass. She licked her lips, regarding Beast Boy with narrowed eyes, then walked to the bed and bent over, sticking her ass up high in the air. Beast Boy could only follow, horny beyond words, all too aware that Raven was manipulating his breeding instincts to render him little more than her subservient slave. His cockhead poked against her tight, winking asshole through the fabric of her costume — and then, with a sharp thrust, he ripped straight through the latex-y material and plunged his monstercock balls-deep in her guts! THWAP! His balls smacked her thighs, making them jiggle obscenely as he rooted himself inside her, bulging her belly all the way up to her tits! Raven gave a low croon of total ecstasy as he filled her up, but she wasn’t content to lie there passively; instead she reached back and slapped her own ass enticingly, demanding that he start wrecking her properly! Beast Boy had no choice. Grasping her hips, he started to pound Raven with all his strength, grunting and growling as he made her belly dance with each rough punch of his gargantuan, green fuckslab. Raven’s breasts pancaked beneath her, still wrapped in dark blue material, their sides jiggling faintly each time he sent a powerful impact through her curvy body. Watching her recently-expanded ass wobble up and down under his thrusts was enough to put Beast Boy in a trance. He licked his lips and groped her fat cheeks hungrily, mashing his hands so deep that his fingers simply vanished amidst the heaving squish. Raven looked back over a shoulder and snapped, “Stop getting distracted. Fuck me like you mean it!” And so, sucking in deep breaths, Beast Boy railed Raven like his life depended on it. SMACK smack smack SMACK thwap THWOP clop--! His balls collided with her thighs again and again, making her rise on her tiptoes amidst spasms of deep bliss, clenching her teeth and crooning deep in her throat. Beast Boy’s cock was unlike any other on Earth; it alone was capable of pleasuring her. Raven had no more use for her extensive dildo collection: even when she stuffed all of them inside her at once, they didn’t come close to pleasing her like Beast Boy’s cock. It heated her up from the inside, busting through any resistance her body raised and shooting bolts of ecstatic lightning up her spine. “Ungh, ungh, ungh, UNGH, fuck~!” she gasped in time with Beast Boy’s reckless pounding, urging him to keep going, faster, harder, HARDER~! Her toes curled and her fists clenched tight, her eyes rolling up and back in their sockets while her tongue flopped from her hanging jaw. “Auggh--!” Raven came like a broken faucet, squirting all over Beast Boy’s massive, swinging cumtankers, juddering in total bliss as she twisted, arched, and contorted herself beneath her enraged lover. “K-Keep…keep going…!” she begged, though she had no need to; Beast Boy was trapped, after all, unable to do anything but keep on pumping, keep on rippling Raven’s cheeks like jello as he built toward his next, sure-to-be-titanic orgasm! “Raven---!” he called as he got close, unable to control his tone or to stop his fists from clenching, his toes from curling, as his massive ballsack hoisted itself up tight and those giant jizztanks clenched, blasting enormous volumes of jizz up his shaft! He erupted inside of her, spraying her guts with a nonstop salvo of cream that conquered the bends of her intestines, flooded her tummy, and then exploded between her clenched teeth and from her nostrils! She sprayed cum in pressurised, arching streams, her eyes widening as she watched Beast Boy’s cream shoot out in front of her. It felt so hot inside, boiling almost, and she came alongside her squirming lover, finally feeling satisfied… Beast Boy kept on pumping for a long time, his orgasm lasting for an insane minute before it even started to peter out. By this point, Raven was sprawling on a belly so bloated it looked like a beanbag squished beneath her, and cream piled up against the bottom of the wall she was facing. Cream burbled from her lips and nostrils in a constant stream, and she gargled faintly as exhaustion filled every pore of her being. Blrrblrrbl… Beast Boy pulled out slowly, watching in awe as his slime-soaked dick emerged from her insides. He let his giant schlong slap down on her back, still oozing a slight stream of cum that pooled in her midback and then dribbled down her sides, as he nursed his hilt in one hand. “How was that…?” Beast Boy wheezed happily, and gave her ass a rippling smack. “Maybe you should…meditate more often, babe.~” Raven could only gurgle in response, so brutally devastated by dick that she couldn’t muster up a single word. Beast Boy grinned as he pulled away, tugged up his pants, and headed toward the door. “See you soon, yeah?” he asked. But just as his foot crossed the threshold, he felt an icy-cold grip around his entire body. He turned his head slowly as Raven rose from the bed, lifting herself with magic instead of muscle, and ran a hand over her belly. It shrunk again, and her tits and ass swelled even bigger than before, finally ripping her costume to shreds and leaving her goddess-like form fully naked. “Where do you think you’re going?” she groaned, then pulled him back towards her — into her cruel embrace. Beast Boy gulped. It was going to be a long day…
Title: [Teen Titans] Raven's Birthday Wish Chapter title: Its-A-Doggy-Dog-World Story Description: Raven gets it on with a transformed Beast Boy, nothing to see here folks. Commission by Sparrow! - Champion of Venus, my lewd visual novel, is out now on Steam and Itch.io! Join Rayne for an adventure packed with the kinkiest scenes you've ever seen in a video game. Misc: Comics » Teen Titans Story Content: Raven walked a slow circle around Beast Boy, her hands clasped over the thick swell of her shifting rump, straight-backed like a drill sergeant as she watched the shapeshifter in her peripheral vision. “You might be wondering why I’ve trapped you in dog form,” she said coldly. “Not that I owe you an answer, but here’s the essence of the matter: I’m horny, Beast Boy. I’m so desperately, depravedly horny for a huge, throbbing, knotted dog-dick that I’d do anything, and I mean anything, to have one ram my cunt balls-deep. Really, it’s either you or the alleyway – and so here we are.” She stopped before him and squatted down, touching his chin with two fingers as she peered into his nervous eyes. “Do you understand me? I don’t want sex; I want to ruined so utterly that, as your sperm fertilises my eggs, all I can do is twitch and gurgle. Again, I’ll ask: do you understand?” When she released his chin, Beast Boy gulped – and nodded his head violently. Perhaps he knew she wouldn’t take ‘no’ for an answer, or perhaps he really was excited to get his doggy rocks off; the big, fat boner poking under his belly certainly suggested so. Raven allowed her brows to un-knit slightly, and she nodded too. “Good.” - Beast Boy didn’t know where she got the oil bottle from; it floated into view, hovered via telekinesis, and upturned itself over Raven’s thick, pale ass. She’d stripped naked for him, leaving her impressive curves open to his viewing pleasure. Suddenly the bottle crushed itself inwards, and with a gooey schpluorrrt, dumped its slippery contents all over the curves of her rump. Her ass and thighs were completely drenched in oil, and she even bounced her cheeks up and down to ensure a more even spread, thwapping her thick buns together a few times for Beast Boy’s viewing pleasure. He was panting, he realised; tongue hanging out, his chest heaving as he desperately fed his lungs. Raven rested with her tits smushed beneath her, her arms folded under her chin, and her ass perked up high. She peered back over a shoulder, her eternally unimpressed eyes waiting for him. Who was he to deny her? Beast Boy lunged forward and mounted her ass, flopping his giant doggy dick between her cheeks and along her spine, letting her feel his red-hot schlong throbbing and drooling precum. She hummed and started to twerk again, using her delicious, jiggling butt to jerk off his monstercock, getting him all hot and bothered. It didn’t take long for Beast Boy to grow impatient. He drew his hips up and pressed his cockhead against Raven’s tight little pussy, panting so hard that his drool dripped in her hair. She shuffled her knees and pushed her ass up even higher, her clenching pussylips hot against his tip, begging to be stuffed. “Don’t hold baaAAAACK~!” Raven’s voice warped as Beast Boy rammed her pussy full of his red-hot fuckrod, bulging her belly and making her thick ass jiggle. The first thrust stopped at the knot, smacking down with such an impact that juices flew from the collision. He immediately lurched back and rammed her again, and again, and again! SLAP, SLAP, SLAP, SLAP, SLAP~! “Yesss!” Raven hissed, balling up her fists on the floor and clenching her teeth tightly. Beast Boy was rutting her like the animal he was, making her cheeks bounce joyously and her belly bulge in a depraved dance, beating his knot against her cunt over and over. Her tits jiggled in their squished pancakes, and she drooled just as much as him as that ultra-fat, canine cuntbuster repeatedly introduced itself to her pussy’s sensitive folds. “Ha-a-arderrr!” Raven managed to groan through her grinding teeth, as her eyes lolled ever backwards into their sockets and her fists trembled beneath her. She arched her back in total bliss, juddering – and then curling her toes as she hit a sudden, squeaking orgasm, squirting all over Beast Boy’s pummelling cock! He kept on fucking her even through her desperate squirms, kept battering her cervix and punching his knot against her pussylips, kept on drawing deeper and sluttier squeals out of his domineering lover. The truth was becoming more obvious by the second: Raven wanted to be dominated by Beast Boy and his massive dog-dick, wanted to be totally broken by it…no matter the cost. “T-Take that fat knot…and push it inside!” Raven managed to gasp between sultry moans, digging her fingers into the floor and pushing against Beast Boy’s thrusts with all her might. Beast Boy didn’t hesitate to fulfil her wish; he immediately pressed down with all his might, grinding powerfully, angling his mass so that all his weight was focused on prying his broad, smooth knot against her resisting pussylips. She moaned in strain, sweat pouring down her trembling body as she strained against the unnatural girth she was being forced to accept. Forced? She’d practically begged for this, and now she was quivering in bliss as Beast Boy’s knot stretched her pussy around its incredible girth, as it slid inside her with a soggy schlorrrrp, and his thighs finally slotted nearly around the flanks of her asscheeks as every last inch of his cock locked into her! Her lower belly bulged around his knot, and her eyes glistened with tears of pleasure; she bit her bottom lip, twitching erratically as she tried to get used to the new stretch… But Beast Boy wasn’t about to let her get comfy. With his knot buried inside her, he started to thrust even harder than before, rippling her asscheeks like mounds of jello as he snarled and yelped in pleasure. He rocked Raven back and forth on her hands and knees, making her gurgle as her eyes swung up and back in her head, ahegao-ing like crazy! “Uhn, uhn, uhn, uhn~!” she cried in time with his thrusts, her tongue starting to dangle just like his own, her tits leaping between her biceps as her belly lurched and bumped around every inch of his monstercock! God – this was amazing! Why hadn’t she made him do this a hundred, a thousand times before? Well, she was going to rectify that mistake starting from today: if she didn’t get her daily beast-dicking, she might go insane! “Hunngh, harder,” Raven hissed, demanding more even as her body begged for mercy. THWAP, THWAP, THWAP, THWAP! Her meaty asscheeks clapped under Beast Boy’s incredible pumps, and dark energy crackled from her skin as she lost control of herself. All along the walls, the glass in the framed photos cracked, and the ink started to melt and dribble. Cracks spread in the wood of the furniture, and the very floor started to rumble. Neither of the two lovers seemed to notice; they were far too fixated on their own pleasure. CLAP, CLAP, CLAP, SMACK, CLAP! Suddenly, Beast Boy whined and bit down on Raven’s hair, tugging her head back – a signal that his climax was about to hit. She braced herself, pressing her arms out straight to lift her torso as far as possible, pressing her back into his belly and letting her tits swing against the open air – a moment before he tensed, trembled, and exploded inside her. A dense wash of hot, fertile splooge hit her womb and flooded her, bloating her belly further with each gloopy shot. He snarled and twitched, forcibly cumflating his demanding lover while knotted so deep inside her that not a single drop could escape. Raven’s womb burned; her head swam, and her teeth gnashed together animalistically. “Yesss!” she growled in total bliss, cumming alongside Beast Boy, tears of joy dripping from her chin as he continued to thrust, continued to make her tits bounce and her asscheeks jiggle. Her heavy belly sagged as it swelled, until she looked obscenely pregnant with triplets or more. When Beast Boy softened enough to pull out of her, Raven whimpered – feeling a thick flood of cream gush from her gaping pussy, a spray of spunk so powerful that it arched almost a foot through the air before splattering down. Beast Boy rested a paw on her tailbone, applying some of his own weight to press her down and drain her belly, bit by bit. He panted, tongue hanging, proud of his handiwork. Raven gurgled and closed her eyes. Bliss… But then her eyes snapped open, as she felt something – a compression of air in the room, as though something had expanded in mass considerably. A shadow fell over her. She rolled slowly onto her back, swinging her swollen belly up toward the ceiling – and she stared, her mouth slowly falling open. Glassy black eyes peered down at her from near the ceiling, and Beast Boy adjusted his hoofs slightly, his wiry tail flicking back and forth while his colossal, thickly-veined, person-length stallion cock throbbed and drooled a dense brew of ballsludge over her tits. “Huhhn…” Raven groaned, slipping a hand between her legs and starting to rub. “G-Go easy on me…?” - GLUORK, GLUORK, GLUORK, GLUORK, GLUORKCH! Raven lurched back and forth, her twitching hands and toes swinging several inches above the floor as the world blurred around her. Beast Boy’s flared cockhead protruded several feet in front of her, while his massive, mighty balls repeatedly smacked against her wobbling thighs; his barrel-like dick impaled her all the way through, warping her body around it like an over-stretched glove. Her jaw was dislocated, her pelvis and ribs strained, her insides completely dominated by the unbelievable size of the shapeshifter’s horsecock! Only magic kept her alive against such an assault, taking his dick up her ass and out of her mouth! Suddenly, he hunched lower, smacking Raven down onto the floor, which provided some friction and allowed him to drive his cock back and forth through her digestive tract without her moving too much. Every few seconds, he tensed and spurted a fat jet of cream across the room, adding to the bubbling snowdrift of cum congealing at the base of the wall. GLORK, GLORK, GLUTCH, GLORK, GLARK~! Raven was helpless to do anything but take his massive horsedick, her tits and belly dragging on the floor, watching his flare buck and recede in front of her, coated in throatslime. Even the veins coursing down his dick were thicker than her thumbs; how could any girl hope to resist an assault like this? His giant body rammed against her asscheeks, squishing them as he continued his conquest of her body, using her as his own, personal cocksleeve. Splutccch! Another thick geyser of precum shot from his dick, and Raven felt his member fatten around the dense bolt of cream, pressing even further out against her insides, making her toes curl and her mind fog with pleasure. Maybe this wasn’t such a horrible fate – becoming an ornament on Beast Boy’s horsecock, flopping around, useless but for her ability to milk him… He sped up steadily, CLAPPING his enormous balls – each testicle comprising about the same mass as her – against her body and cementing his dominion over her pleasure and her mind. Soon enough, Raven wasn’t really thinking at all, just gargling and gagging and choking on his colossal cock while her limbs draped limply on the floor and her ass jiggled relentlessly. Whatever happened, she’d be sore come morning… Beast Boy reached his limit when he reared back his head and whinnied loudly, announcing his climax to the world. This time, Raven had no way of bracing herself, but her eyes snapped to focus as his cock fattened even more than before, pushing out on her ribs and nearly flattening her lungs. Dense streamers of hyper-fertile jizz sailed through the air, one after another, smacking the wall with such force that the backblast splattered across half the room. He just didn’t stop cumming, blasting and blasting as he pressed down on her flanks, driving all his immense weight down on her. Raven watched the room become flooded with semen, sloshing up higher and higher around her until her vision was completely engulfed in white. - “Hnnnyes, fuck my slutty pussy, Daddy, bust me open, gape me out like your toy—haaAAAHHHN~!” Raven went cross-eyed as Beast Boy slammed his colossal horsecock into her pussy, bulging her belly up between her tits and over her face, and proceeding to RAM her with all his strength. It was all she could do to stay conscious as she wrapped her arms and legs around her own belly-bulge and grappled it for dear life, squeezing tightly to provide Beast Boy the friction he needed to get off in her quickly-loosening body. Each thrust made her squeak with joy, her tits leaping around his dickbulge, turning her head to one side so his cock didn’t deliver a knockout blow to her jaw. She was transforming, converted bit by bit into his onahole, and she loved every second of it. Ruination. Had any woman known what it felt like to be so sexually demolished before her? She doubted it. Beast Boy’s cock sent her into a spiral of bliss from which there was no escape: she wanted more, and more, and each time she felt herself getting so exhausted she might pass out, he pushed things to a whole new level of intensity. His balls smacked her ass repeatedly, sending ripples through the few inches of cream that now flooded the room. Raven found herself wondering where she’d get herself some horse condoms, if only to keep her teammates from inspecting the goop oozing under her room door – but such thoughts quickly melted in her head, vanquished by the pleasure she was experiencing. When Beast Boy hit his latest orgasm, she squeezed her belly as hard as she could – and moaned as the skin wrapped around his thrusting cockhead inflated like a beachball, swelling bigger and bigger until the expanding mass engulfed her head and shoulders. She was buried beneath it, trembling and cumming, her body filled with bliss beyond bliss. Beast Boy couldn’t see her face beneath the swell, but if he could, he would have seen her lips twisting into a crooked grin, her pupils turning into glowing love-hearts… Bliss. Total bliss… -- “What did you wish for, friend Raven?” asked Starfire eagerly, leaning over the table so Raven could see down her top. Her green eyes sparkled. “Did you wish for us to be friends forever? That’s what I wished for!” “It’s her birthday; you don’t get to wish!” said Beast Boy, and nudged Raven’s shoulder. “Besides, if she tells us, it won’t come true.” “Ah…yeah…” Raven murmured, staring at the wisps of smoke trailing from the candle she’d just blown out. She suppressed a sigh. Another year of sexual frustration had passed her by. She crossed her thighs and tried to put away the vivid imagery she’d just experienced. Later, she could magic herself up a realistic hyper-dildo – but for now, she was in company. “I’m sure she wished for spell ingredients or something,” said Cyborg, crossing his bulky arms across his chest. “Right, Raven?” “…Something like that…” she said dully. “Er…are we going to eat the cake now, or—” “Why should I not get a wish?” Starfire asked Beast Boy in a huff. “If friend Raven is my friend, she would want me to get a wish!” “That’s just…not how it works!” Beast Boy protested, throwing up his hands defensively. “Don’t shoot me; I’m just the messenger.” Raven gave a sigh, letting her head dangle to one side. It was going to be a long evening…
Title: [Teen Titans] Starfire & Raven Summon Demons Chapter title: An-Impish-Gangbang Story Description: ...It doesn't go well for them. - Champion of Venus, my lewd visual novel, is out now on Steam and Itch.io! Join Rayne for an adventure packed with the kinkiest scenes you've ever seen in a video game. Misc: Comics » Teen Titans Story Content: Raven sat cross-legged outside the circle of skulls, a thick leather-bound grimoire opened in her lap. She gazed down at the pages, flames flickering in her eyes, her fingers tracing invisible glyphs through the air as she spoke the diabolical words scrawled in blood across the old, parchment pages. “How long is this going to take?” asked Starfire, hovering in a prone position next to Raven’s head, cupping her chin in her hands as she bobbed up and down. Raven winced, her lips curling angrily, and she shot a ferocious glance at her alien teammate. “It will take however long it takes! Do you want the ritual to fail?” Starfire made a show of zipping her lips while Raven returned to her chant, clearly flustered. As her fingers moved through the air, Starfire witnessed faint, pink lines begin to flicker. They spiralled out from Raven’s fingertips and fell like strings of silk into the centre of the circle. The room darkened, and a humid heat filled the air as Raven raised her voice. Starfire got the impression that, if her friend were interrupted now, the consequences would be disastrous. Not wanting to disturb Raven, she raised herself upright and set her feet on the ground, backing away until her back touched the wall— --And in the process, accidentally bumping a glass off of a desk drawer. It thumped to the ground and rolled, and Starfire gasped as she flung herself after it, scrambling it a desperate attempt to grab it! She managed to seized it up in both hands, but just as she did so, her elbow knocked one of the skulls out of the circle. There was an atmospheric pop. “Starfire, you idiot,” said Raven. The shockwave blew them both back against the walls; they gasped in pain and then shielded their eyes against the hot gale that erupted from the broken circle. A glowing pit opened in the floor, and from it rose a diminutive figure: a scrawny, red-skinned imp with two curved horns and a wide, vicious smirk on its face. The pit closed beneath him, and he looked around as the wind died down. “Who summoned me?” he demanded, peering at the girls. Raven had risen to her feet, and was in the process of conjuring a wave of destruction when she realised the imp was non-hostile. She looked to Starfire warily, then dispelled her magic and straightened. “I did. I command you, imp.” The small demon hovered towards her, his wings too small for flight. After circling around Raven a few times – gazing at her thick, pale ass and wobbling haunches, her fat jutting tits, he stop in front of her and chuckled. “I guess so. What’s the job?” “I want you…” Raven said slowly, unsure whether this was a trick. Had the ritual succeeded, after all? “I want you to clean the Tower!” The imp hesitated. “Menial labour, huh? Can’t say I’m surprised.” He saluted her. “I’ll get right on it, ma’am!” As the little creature hovered away, Raven and Starfire looked at each other…and breathed a sigh of relief. - That night, Raven and Starfire slept. Starfire had crept into Raven’s room late at night, murmuring that she was scared to sleep in her own while the imp was hovering around, and so Raven had reluctantly offered to share her bed. Now the curvy beauties sprawled under the warm sheets, snoozing peacefully away, completely oblivious to the world around… …and to the door, which was slowly opening, red eyes glittering in the gap. When the imp saw they were asleep, he sidled through the door and closed it behind him, then padded over to the bed and threw a clump of dust over the sleeping beauties. The devilish dust would deepen their sleep, making it much harder to wake them. The imp then opened a drawer and started to lift skulls out of it. He placed them on the floor, one by one, facing inwards. Even before he’d finished preparations, the skulls’ eye sockets started to flicker with cold blue light. “…Dumb bitch…” he whispered as he worked. “…make me scrub the toilets, will you…” At last, the circle was complete. The imp splayed his fingers and murmured the incantation under his breath, and once again the glowing pit opened. This time, instead of just one imp, a whole gang of grinning, smirking little creatures flew out of the portal, landing one by one around their devilish summoner. Silently, he pointed at the sleeping beauties on the bed, and slugged his massive tongue across his lips. “Let’s get ‘em, boys!” - Raven stirred to the curious sensation of her boobs being groped. “Star…” she murmured, wiping the blur from her eyes and tugging the bedsheets down over her chest…to reveal a horny, grinning imp straddling her thick chest with his scrawny thighs and mashing his hands deep into them! Raven, dressed in nothing but her frilly black lingerie, squeaked and tried to hurl the imp off of her, but she found herself too weak to achieve even that. “What…?” Looking around, she saw the bed was being invaded by drooling, laughing imps. They had already hauled the covers from Starfire’s body and were hungrily groping, mashing, and stroking her curves. Even as Raven watched, a team of two imps turned Starfire onto her side. One of them bit down on her bra strap and pulled, and with a tearing of fabric, her bra flung off of her body and rocketed through the air – propelled by the sheer size of her cascading tits. Those gorgeous, golden udders spilled free, and as Starfire flopped onto her back once more, the two imps latched onto her nipples with their big, hungry mouths and started to suck. Starfire bit her bottom lip and groaned, still asleep despite the titty torment; the imps stretched her big globes as far as they could, rearing up and gurgling around mouthfuls of pillowy flesh, sinking their teeth into her sensitive golden udders. Around this time, Raven saw what the imps were packing. Her mouth fell open as a pair of huge, red, vein-riddled monstercocks slapped down on her own tits, pancaking them close to her chest. The imps cackled as they pumped their hips, thrusting over her massive banks of tittymeat as she stared in horrified awe. “Aww, is something wrong?” asked one of the imps. “You made me do chores all day. Didn’t you plan on rewarding me?” He gave an extra-firm thrust, then grasped Raven’s chin and moved around behind her head, squatting on her pillow as he lined his broad, meaty demon-dick up with her mouth. She clenched her jaw tight, jamming her teeth together, but he easily pried her mouth open again. Without another word, he pushed his hips forward – and Raven gurgled as his massive, throbbing fuckslab stretched her throat. She clamped her fists tightly in the bedsheets as her neck bloated around the imp’s dick, only to start dancing in and out as he thrusted. GULLGK! GLURK! GHUOCK! Obscene, soggy noises filled the room as Raven was facefucked with brutal strength; what the imp lacked in physical might, he more than made up for with magic, and soon his big, red balls were slapping and clapping against Raven’s face, covering her eyes with every pump! In her blurring peripheral vision, Raven saw Starfire start to squirm as she woke up. Her legs were spread wide by two imps while a third angled his cock up with her pussy. He didn’t even bother removing her panties; he just floated up into the air, roared, and surged forward with brutal precision – and her panties stretched into her own, stretching pussy, until the strap snapped and the imp was fucking her own underwear into her cervix. At last, Starfire’s eyes snapped to malicious link removed, and she screamed as the imp rutted her mercilessly, bulging her tight belly around his girth. “Dumb slut,” said another of the imps, and lined up his cockhead with her mouth. “Someone lift this bitch’s hips! We gotta get another one underneath her.” As commanded, the swarm moved to hoist Starfire’s lower body, and a lucky volunteer slid beneath her to grind his monstercock against her asshole. She resisted, squirming violently, but at last, she gave a deep, shaky wail as that fat fuckrod penetrated her rear and stretched her guts! “A-Aaahhnngh--!” She twisted where she lay, looking desperately toward Raven…who now twitched and gurgled and gagged under a storm of powerful throat-thrusts, drool bubbling down over her eyes and through her hair, misting her vision while her brain shook under the terrible impacts. Her pale tits bounced in her black bra, cleavage wobbling magnificently up and down. Starfire had but a moment to register pure despair, knowing how helpless she truly was, before the imp above her grabbed her lips, stretched them out to the sides, and stuffed his big, fat, demonic dick down her throat! Starfire was triple-penetrated with ease, all her holes stuffed with oversized cocks and forced to endure the little creatures’ maddeningly powerful thrusting. Their balls smacked against her golden skin repeatedly, splattering sweat all over her – and as she choked on dick, and spasmed, and shuddered in throes of anguish, she felt a strange heat growing within her. What could--? Starfire’s midsection started to arch and judder as she came, her juicy pussy squirting all over the imp who was in the process of claiming it. The super-powered alien slut gurgled in the depths of her orgasm, her insides clenching and massaging all three of the giant dicks occupying her holes. While Starfire’s destruction was ongoing, Raven’s had only just begun. To her surprise, the imps started to flip her over, grasping her asscheeks and shoulders and twisting her on the head imp’s cock, wrenching her gullet around his monstrous girth as she choked and spluttered like the pathetic cocksleeve she had so quickly become. When she was on her hands and knees, tits squishing into the bedsheets, one imp slapped his cock down between her asscheeks and began to thrust. “Soft as fuck,” he snarled, spanking her hard. His palm sent a jello-like ripple through her world-class buns, making her thighs wobble as well – but then he squeezed her cheeks together and pumped with firm strokes, rocking his balls against her ass as he enjoyed the pillowy embrace. She could feel his cock swelling bigger and fatter by the second, developing rings of dull spikes that would fry any woman’s brain – and he planned on ramming every inch of that ridiculous thing into her! She wanted to cry out, to protest this treatment, but it was hopeless; the imps knew exactly what they wanted, and they’d stop at nothing until all their needs were satisfied. Raven was starting to regret the type of ritual she’d chosen. This one would be banished come daybreak – but how far away was that? As another stinging spank rocked her forwards, she gargled and let her eyes blur some more. The only solution was to accept this, and try to let her mind float away somewhere else while her body suffered the endless-seeming torment… Her plan lasted all of five seconds – until the imp pressed his giant, barb-riddled penis against her soaking pussylips and wrenched her panties aside, exposing her slender cunt in all its beautiful helplessness. Raven gurgled and tensed. She couldn’t even look back; her head was held forward, her spine straightened by the gargantuan demon-dick spearing her throat. All she could do was wait, and shudder around bolts of pain and pleasure, as the imp slowly introduced his unbelievable cock to her pussy. He went slowly, stretching her petite lower lips around his bulky freak-dick as her body shook and sweated like a pig. Strings of clear nectar drooled from her punished pussy, and her thighs clenched and unclenched rapidly. Once the first ring of barbs entered her, Raven couldn’t help herself; she came like a whore, bucking her hips violently on that oversized prick and spluttering on the dick in her throat. “Good noises,” said the head imp, clutching her hair even tighter. “Now, let’s see just how much you can take…” Raven learned, then, that he’d been holding back most of his power until now. His hips literally flew back, his legs lifting into the air, and he fucked her throat while hovering above the bed. His entire cock, from head to base, surged in and out of her gullet with each thundering pulse of magic energy, driving his swelling cockhead almost to her stomach whenever his pelvis plapped against her face. At the same time, the other imp started to surge deep and hard, bulging her belly heavily with each womb-warping thrust, matching his thrusts to the other’s so that when one cock was surging in, the other was surging out; and vice versa! Her neck bulged, then her belly, then her neck again…and all the while, Raven choked, gagged, gurgled and spluttered, splattering slimy spit everywhere, her eyes lolling up and back in their sockets. GLUOCK, GLUOCK, GLURK, GLOUGGH, GHUGGH! Her tits bounded to powerfully that they spilled from her bra and flopped around in the open air, her nipples so stiff and succulent that a couple more imps couldn’t help but seize and suckle them. Side by side, the two girls were being ravaged out of their minds, their holes drilled without mercy by a gang of hellish fiends. No matter how they struggled, breaking free was simply impossible — and so they continued to be shaken, stretched, and bulged like sopping onaholes while their captors cried out in joy. Amid all this rampant, nonstop slamfucking, they felt the demonic cocks start to fatten inside of them, drawing at last toward a violent climax… When the imps came, they did so one after another, each hitting his limit a couple seconds after the last started blasting, gutter-pumping the squirming sluts full of hot, white seed. Cum exploded from Raven’s nostrils after filling her belly to the limit, and then from the sides of her cocksleeve of a cunt. Starfire juddered and passed out as her poor tummy inflated around three separate loads, plugged in there with no possible escape. Soon her belly rivalled the size of her tits – and only then did the imps decide to pull out. They hovered in the air around the exhausted girls, spurting ropes of cream all over their heading tits, their thick asses, while they themselves blasted pressure-packed jizz from their gaping holes. There was simply no way to fight back. Once the imps had successfully stewed Raven and Starfire in their near-boiling spunk, they eagerly flipped the girls over and started again; those who hadn’t had a turn eagerly crammed their cocks into the closest available hole and started to thrust with all their might, cackling and grunting and snarling as they took their pleasure from the helpless, rough-fucked sluts. - Raven lost track of time. Hours later – she didn’t know how many – as the sun was about to rise, the imps formed a circle around the bloated girls and looked at their handiwork. Raven and Starfire were practically buried under all the orgasms that had flowed into and over them. Cum had flooded off the sides of the bed, creating a huge puddle on the floor, while their bodies were coated in more long, gooey jizzropes than several human orgies could manage to put out. They shivered and gurgled faintly, cum oozing from their mouths and noses, while their eyes were completely obscured beneath a mask of spunk. “Good work, boys,” said the head imp with a razor-toothed smirk. “I think these bitches have learned their lesson.” A glowing pit opened in the centre of the room, and one by one, the imps departed. Moments later, sunlight shone through the window, casting an amber glow over the scene of total depravity. Raven and Starfire wouldn’t rise for several more hours, when consciousness came seeping slowly back into them. They showered together, but no amount of cleaning would unclog all the jizz from inside them; they went about their day with cum-bloated bellies, simply hoping no one would notice. A vain hope, at best.
Title: [Teen Titans] Super-Twerkers Chapter title: And-Also-Whaps Story Description: Raven and Jinx have a side-gig: wobbling their massive asses for paying crowds. But they're fiercely competitive, and each is determined to prove herself the superior dancer. I have a Patreon! Donations help to fund my lewd visual novel! Misc: Comics » Teen Titans Story Content: “Well, that was easy,” Jinx purred as she walked a slow circle around her captured prey, a crooked grin spreading across her face. “You okay down there, slut? Sorry for the surprise attack, but a girl has to be cunning in this world.” Raven, who lay face-down on the floor, wriggled and turned her head to glare at Jinx. She’d received a call from Starfire — or who she initially believed was Starfire — while patrolling the city. The call had been fragmented, but it sounded like her friend was in trouble, so she’d followed it back to a tall hotel in the middle of the city. She’d been walking the corridors, searching for Starfire, when the cord had wrapped around her wrists, binding her hands behind her back, and a sudden force — Jinx’s shoulder — had knocked her through a door and into one of the hotel rooms. Now her huge tits were squished beneath her, and her utterly obscene pale ass was vulnerable to whatever tricks Jinx had up her sleeve. “Heeh…” Jinx took another moment to admire Raven in her helpless state, hunkering beside her and prodding her dumptruck ass, squishing her finger all the way to the knuckle in that soft, squishy flesh. “And don’t even think about casting magic; your wrist-ties will drink it allll up.~” With that, Jinx rose and walked to a briefcase lying by the side of the bed. She opened it and chuckled, then undressed before Raven’s eyes, exposing her curvy body in all its jiggly lewdness. Once she was completely nude, Jinx grabbed an object from inside the briefcase and wrapped it around her waist — and when she turned back toward Raven, the sorceress’s eyes widened. Jinx was wearing a massive pink strap-on, easily over ten inches and covered in bumps. Jinx winked at Raven before walking behind her, humming happily as her victim started to writhe in panic. “Aww. You’re comfortable slutting it up at the club, but not when we’re alone?” Jinx stooped and grasped Raven’s hair, giving it a painful tug as the tip of the strapon dug between her bubbly asscheeks. Jinx lowered her lips next to Raven’s ear and snarled, “You humiliated me last time. Now I’ll take my revenge out of your body.~” Whatever response Raven might have mustered, died in her throat and was replaced by a shocked squeal as Jinx rutted forwards and stretched her asshole around that merciless strapon! “Uohhh--!” Raven went blurry-eyed, the tip of her tongue glistening over the brim of her lips, her breaths becoming sharp and ragged as Jinx started to plap and smap her hips against her bouncy asscheeks, sending ripples through them like mounds of jello! Jinx launched straight into a bout of violent rough-thrusting, not even bothering to start slow; her sole malicious link removed was Raven’s ruination. “I’m gonna keep going…nnf…until your mind breaks,” Jinx taunted Raven from behind, flinging a sharp smack across her bouncing buttcheeks and giving her hair another yank. “Understand that, bitch? I can go for hours!” Raven could already feel her resistance thinning, her eyes tilting back in their sockets even as they trickled tears down her reddened cheeks. “P-Please, wait!” Raven wailed, but then she gave a muffled groan as Jinx wrapped something around her face — a ball-gag! The bright red ball pressed into her mouth, jamming between her teeth and stopping her from making any sound other than stupid, senseless groaning and grunting. “Mm! Mmhah! Ah!” Jinx bit her bottom lip and shuddered in pleasure, more from seeing Raven broken down than anything else. In her sadistic high, she delivered countless slaps to Raven’s oversized rump, digging her palms deep into those banks of pale flesh to watch them ripple and jiggle and slosh, slosh, slosh! “Who knew…half-demon ass was so prime?” Jinx gurgled happily, sliding a hand down her belly to massage her clit under the strapon, masturbating even as she fucked Raven senseless. Jinx’s tongue flopped around outside her mouth, eyes narrowed to cruel, glittering slits, her breath racing as she hammered Raven into a sloppy puddle of slut. “L-Let’s…get you on your side…!” Jinx hoisted Raven’s right leg and slung it over her left shoulder, bracing the half-demon for even deeper thrusting! Now Jinx could watch Raven’s tits sloshing and bounding with every pump, and her belly bumping each time the obscene, studded dildo went base-deep inside her. Raven couldn’t hold back her moans, muffled though they were, scowling at Jinx over her own ball-gag as she drooled down her chin. Jinx only giggled and kept on thrusting, squeezing Raven’s thigh tightly against her torso. Smack, smack, smack, smack! She was utterly merciless, driving the entire dildo into Raven over and over, grinding the dildo’s bumps across every inch of Raven’s sensitive little asshole…until at last, Raven closed her eyes and bit down on her gag, howling around it as she came. Her pussy clamped and squirted all over Jinx’s pelvis, drenching her oppressor’s thighs. Jinx slowed her thrusts to harsh, stirring motions, leaning over her victim so she could wrap her lips around a fat, oh-so-stiff nipple and suck on it, letting Raven feel her teeth! “Mmhmhm~!” Jinx laughed into Raven’s tittymeat, sending soft vibrations through her tender chest to complement the rushing waves of her orgasm. Once Raven came down from her high, she was panting and quivering, staring at the ceiling as her nostrils flared around each ragged breath. Jinx paused, thinking about her options…and then, with a giggle, she pulled out…and switched her target to Raven’s sweet, exhausted little cunt. “Now for the main event,” Jinx purred, flipping Raven all the way onto her back and lifting her meaty thighs up high. Jinx covered the half-demon slut and penetrated in one motion, drawing a deep growl out of Raven as her pussy stretched around that oversized dildo. Raven tried to hold in her passion, but she just couldn’t do it; as Jinx started to mating press her, all she could do was wail in pleasure, grunting under the repeated, belly-bulging thrusts all the way up to her cervix! Jinx’s ass smacked and clapped in time with her pumps, and she bit her lip hard, drooling as the bliss threatened to overwhelm her. She just couldn’t take it anymore! With the repeated impacts of her own thrusts, she lost control, and squealed as she came behind the strapon! “Oughh--!” Her eyes flickered, and she squeezed Raven’s legs as tightly as she could, thrusting even harder than before – making the half-demon wail as she hit her own, second orgasm of the night! The pair spasmed together, jerking and twitching, unable to hold in their voices, until they were all cummed out — panting against each other’s mouths, drooling, sweating all over. Jinx groaned as she drew herself back from Raven’s ball gag and wiped her lips, peering at the quivering slut speared on her faux-dick. “N-Not so high and mighty now, huh?” Jinx asked, prodding Raven in the tit. “M-Maybe next time…you’ll think twice before…treating me like a cocksleeve…huh?” She grinned and smacked Raven across her breasts, flinging them wildly from side to side as Raven gurgled and groaned. Then Jinx licked the sweat of her palm, stuck out her tongue, and grabbed her phone from the bedside table. “I’m gonna savour this memory.” Raven winced as Jinx started to take pictures of her in her state of destroyed bliss, shying away from the flashes. Jinx only laughed at her nervousness and pressed in closer, holding her chin so she couldn’t squirm away. “Don’t worry. I won’t share these around…unless you start acting like a bad girl.~” Snap, snap, snap. Raven closed her eyes and exhaled loudly, submitting to the psychological torture. It was hopeless — Jinx had won, and there was nothing she could do about it… …For now, at least. Raven would bide her time, wait for her opportunity — and the moment Jinx let her guard slip, Raven would strike. Then they’d learn which of them was truly superior.
Title: [Teen Titans] Super-Twerkers Chapter title: Smacks-and-Claps Story Description: Raven and Jinx have a side-gig: wobbling their massive asses for paying crowds. But they're fiercely competitive, and each is determined to prove herself the superior dancer. I have a Patreon! Donations help to fund my lewd visual novel! Misc: Comics » Teen Titans Story Content: SMACK, SMACK, CLAP, SMACK! The atmosphere in the club was hot and sweaty, and all of the patrons’ attentions were fixed on the thick, grey-skinned goths twerking on-stage. Raven and Jinx glared at each other as they worked, popping and plapping their giant booties like a primal mating cry, jiggling copious amounts of flesh for the paying crowd. Their bodies were almost completely wrapped up in shiny black latex that squeaked and creaked as they moved, but did nothing to hamper the gorgeous movements of their butts. “You call that an ass?” Jinx called to Raven, having to raise her voice above the crowd noise. She reached back and smacked a palm down on Raven’s jiggling butt, sinking her fingers in sharply. “Your weak little buns couldn’t feed an orphan. I’m gonna show you how a real ass moves.” With that, as Raven bit her cheek with rage, Jinx pitched even further forwards – touching the stage with her fingertips and starting to ram her hips up and down. CLAP! SMACK! SMACK! SCHLAP! If not for the latex, her sweat would have been shimmering through the air by now. She huffed and puffed noisily, red-faced and sensitive, enjoying every second of her exhibitionist show. Being a supervillain didn’t always pay the bills, but she did this for more than just the cash…though the patter of tips raining down at her feet certainly sweetened the deal. “How about it, Raven? Whoever gets more tips gets to fist the other’s asshole?” Raven bridled at the suggestion, barely able to contain her fury and her magic. She inhaled deeply, exhaled, and then nodded. “You have yourself a deal. I hope you don’t regret it,” she added as she stooped forward and picked up the pace, rippling her cheeks into overdrive, “because I’m gonna jam my entire arm up there!” And suddenly, both girls were committing 100% of their energy to the obscene dance, clapping and smacking their meaty grey asscheeks inside their black latex suits while the crowd goaded them on. Soon, the stage was littered with bills, and the bouncers by the door were looking approvingly on. Raven clenched her teeth and focused on the motions, but Jinx was smirking evilly at her, taunting her with her stare. “You’re a nasty bitch,” Jinx said. “I’m gonna stick my entire leg up your ass, you slut.” Raven shuddered at the image, but kept on pumping, huffing and puffing as she worked. She needed something special in order to win, she realised; something more than just beating her cheeks madly together. With a growl, she suddenly straightened, raised a leg, and slung it across Jinx’s waist — before slamming her ass down atop the villain’s own! Her weight drove Jinx into an even deeper squat then before, yelping as Raven sat on her tailbone and proceeded to run that squeaky latex ass up and down her spine, squishing those perfect cheeks flat. “H-How are we supposed to count tips…if they’re all in one pile!?” Jinx cried out, straining under Raven’s humiliating press, but the sorceress wasn’t listening; she grasped Jinx’s hair like the reins of a horse and gave it a flick, peering down at her imperiously. “We don’t,” Raven said. “I’m just going to take what I want, instead. And besides…” She glanced back into the crown, which had never been so excited. The atmosphere pulsed as hard as the music; everyone was into this. “I think I may have just won, anyway.” With one more heavy slam of her ass, Raven drove Jinx down on her hands and knees, their asses still stacked one on top of the other. Lying over the pink-haired slut, Raven bit her earlobe and purred in her ear, “I’m going to destroy you, you little whore. And afterwards, I’ll leave you to the crowd.” She reached back to smack her own ass, making it wobble in her tight latex suit…before sliding her hand over her crotch, stroking it slowly and intently while her twist was tucked between her thick cheeks. “Mmh…” Jinx was starting to realise just how much trouble she was in. She struggled and wriggled against Raven’s press, but it was hopeless; the gothic bitch had no intention of releasing the pressure. Raven’s thick thighs straddled her own, squeezing possessively, while Raven’s hands slipped around her torso and started to knead her, groping a sensitive tit with one hand while two fingers of the other slipped into her mouth and tugged on her cheek. Jinx hissed and snapped like a caged monster, unable to do a single thing about it, forced to endure the humiliation as Raven kissed and nipped the smooth skin of her neck, her jawline, her cheek…reaching around in search of her lips… “S-Stop iiiit!” Jinx all but whined, sounding downright pathetic by this point. She bucked like a bronco, but Raven clamped down and held on, squeezing her tit tightly and fishhooking her cheek with three fingers. The crowd laughed and flung more tips, and Raven, in turn, made sure to keep grinding her ass up and down Jinx’s tailbone, to keep stroking her own pussy through the latex. At last, Raven slipped her boob-fondling hand upwards, grasped the zipper at Jinx’s throat, and tugged it down. It unzipped slowly, exposing her chest, her belly, her soaked little cunt…and Raven reached down to caress it, kneading Jinx’s sensitive petals under her fingers, making her moan. Jinx couldn’t stand up to such slow, insidious pleasure, and soon her eyes were dazed…even as she continued to hiss curses at her oppressor. Raven slipped off of Jinx’s back — squatting behind her and slapping that thick ass of hers, still covered by the latex, with enough force to make her tits jiggle. Then Raven raised her hand, slick with pussyjuice, to her mouth, and kissed each of her fingers individually. “Mmn…” Raven licked her hand clean before slapping it over Jinx’s cunt again, making her jolt and moan helplessly. Raven rubbed her slowly and intently, tormenting her with the slow, firm motions, letting her know that this wouldn’t end until she decided to end it. And then, at last, Raven pinched the zipper and hoisted it until Jinx’s asshole was exposed. “W-Wait,” Jinx said desperately, but Raven was already straightening her hand and pushing her fingers against that twitching little pucker. The crowd gasped and pushed forward, eager to see the moment went— “There we go,” Raven said as she twisted her arm, and watched her entire hand plunge into Jinx’s ass. The pink-haired slut squawked with strain, eyes rolling back, but Raven didn’t stop, steadily twisting her arm back and forth as she pushed and pushed, making it vanish into the girl’s guts. Her wrist squished its way into Jinx’s asshole, widening it all the while, and she didn’t even stop when her elbow passed through the girl’s sphincter. “Good girl. Just keep…on…taking it.~” Jinx gurgled, biting her lip so hard she almost drew blood, wondering if she’d pass out from the strain. She shuddered from head to toe, clamping down tight, but Raven just pushed through any resistance she came across — probably using her magic to help — and soon enough, her shoulder kissed Jinx’s gaped rim. Raven opened and closed her hand deep inside, making Jinx gurgle, while caressing that sweet, dripping pussy with her free hand. “And now,” Raven said, “for the grand finale!” All at once, she wrenched her arm free — and slapped Jinx’s pussy hard. Her asshole was left gaping like crazy, exposing her colon — and while she was still flared wide open, she seized up in a screaming orgasm, bucking and jerking on the stage as she squirted like a depraved whore! “Auggghk!” she squealed as she came, bucking her hips up and down, tears pouring down her face. While Jinx was still convulsing, Raven rose to her feet, bowed to the crowd, and then seized Jinx’s hair. She dragged the poor girl kicking and gurgling across the stage — all the way to the edge — and casually tossed her into the hungry, rowdy crowd. Jinx was immediately covered by bodies, vanishing from Raven’s sight. A moment later, the tattered remains of Jinx’s latex suit were hurled up into the air. Raven smirked, then turned and sauntered backstage while some aids rushed out to collect her tips. It felt good to be the best.
Title: [TLOK] Homecoming Chapter title: Dickbending Story Description: Returning to the Water Tribe after a number of years, Korra re-introduces herself like only the Avatar can: by pounding just about every man in the village. - Champion of Venus, my lewd visual novel, is out now on Steam and Itch.io! Join Rayne for an adventure packed with the kinkiest scenes you've ever seen in a video game. Cartoons: Avatar: The Last Airbender Story Content: Korra shrugged off her packs and said hi to her parents. Being back in the Southern Water Tribe felt good – a real change from the big city, quieter and more open…not to mention the chill. She’d grown up in the frigid South, and hadn’t really noticed how cold it really was until spending a significant period of time in Republic City. Now she wished she’d brought a coat. Pushing those thoughts aside, Korra took all the necessary steps. She said hi to Old Lady Katara, greeted all her old friends and let them know she’d be staying for a few weeks…until, at last, she’d gone through her entire ‘to-do’ list. Having checked off every item, she finally had time for herself. She headed for the tent on the outskirts of the village, feeling the cold wash away as hot excitement filled her. She bit her lower lip and chewed on it as she drew near her destination, watching smoke rise through the hole in the tent roof. There were already people there; news of her homecoming must have spread around. Just as she reached the tent flaps, Korra stopped, breathing sharply, wondering if she was even ready for this. She’d been away for a long, long time. The men in Republic City weren’t half as big or brutal as the huge, hairy brutes of the Southern Water Tribe. Maybe she’d…gone soft? She gulped. That prospect only made her hornier. She was surprised, halfway to her destination, to be stopped and accosted by a group of young men. They looked nervous as they surrounded her, glancing at each other for assurance before edging forward. Korra parked her fists on her hips and smirked. So it was that time of year. As one of the larger men pressed up behind her, his breath falling on her ear, she raised her arms in preparation. That seemed to surprise him, but he went ahead with it anyway; hooking his arms around her waist and grasping big handfuls of her jutting chest. Once he had hold of her big, perky tits, though, he lost all restraint – groaning in her ear as he started to paw, mash, and knead her impressive udders all around. “Mmhn,” Korra crooned as the other men moved forward. “I was about to go meet your dads,” she said. “I guess they put you up to this?” “Sh-Shut up, bitch!” one of the men snapped, and lunged forward to clamp a hand between her legs – grabbing her cunt through her pants. She grunted happily and stuck her hips forward, grinding into his palm. She could have beaten every last one of these men into submission with relative ease, but in this moment, she wasn’t the Avatar they expected her to be. “Mn, good,” she grumbled as the young man clasped her face between his fingers, causing her lips to stick out in all their trembling plumpness. She licked them, rolling her long tongue around her mouth. “Right now, I’m a free-use whore for the whole Tribe to use,” she told the men around her. “Slap me, choke me, beat me…I’ll take it all.” She looked around at the loose snow blowing across the white-smothered earth. “…But probably not right here.” She shoved her udders even harder into the first man’s hands. “So…would you guys escort me to that tent, over there? Everyone’s waiting for me.” The young men hesitated again, seeming to falter. Several of them backed off. Only one remained – the one squeezing her face, the one who’d spat an insult at her. He was getting angrier by the second. Korra had to suppress a grin as he grasped her hair and yanked it downwards, forcing her to her knees! “I told you to shut up,” he said, and wrestled his pants down. His friends gasped as he freed his big, fat, burly monstercock, yanking it out in his big fist and cramming it against Korra’s face. She opened wide and flexed out her tongue, and he didn’t waste the opportunity to ram that dense slab of meat into her maw. Ulgk! It went straight through her tonsils and down her gullet, bulging her neck and making her blue eyes roll back. She wanted to congratulate him for passing the test, but he was already wrenching her hair around his hips and slamming her throat with brutal thrusts. Glurk, glurk, glurk, glurk, glurk! Spittle poured from her chin in gooey ropes as she schlucked and glucked down that pounding fuckhammer, her tits leaping in her shirt from the sheer force of his pumps. His hefty, bloated balls slap, plap, plapped against her chin, splattering slime off of her skin, and he ran his fingers along her scalp, laying claim to her with his every savage action. “Rrgh, fuck!” the young man snarled, tipping his head forward and hunching his shoulders, running a steam-train on her tight, slippery throat with every last inch of his cock! He spared no power, showed no restraint – he meant to leave her a puddle of exhausted, fucked-out slut, and even when she started to slap his thigh in a silent plea for air, he kept on going. “Dumb…fucking…whore…!” he roared, and at last smashed his hips forward, rooting his cock balls-deep inside her and erupting a dense, surging spray of seed into her belly! Korra convulsed against his, lips squished to his pelvis, eyes rolled back, her skull clutched in his powerful hands. Oh, he was going to make a fine warrior for the Tribe…! Once he’d spent every last drop inside her, he pushed her back – and left her gagging, coughing, spitting cum all over the earth. He tucked his cock away and, without asking, seized her shirt collar and tugged her toward the tent. “The warriors want a word with you,” he snarled, before throwing her to the ground before the tent. Korra could feel the young men watching her as she picked herself up, her shirt stained with snow and ballsludge, her lips dripping seed. She licked around her mouth and wiped her face…then gently took hold of the tent flaps. A fire was burning inside her, ignited by the young warrior’s facefuck, staving off the freezing wind. She gulped, squared her shoulders…and finally, she threw aside the tent flaps and thrust herself forward – over the threshold and into the tent! “I’m home.” As soon as her foot touched the ground on the other side of the flap, a big palm slammed into the side of her head. SMACK! Spittle flung from Korra’s lips, and she staggered to one side, momentarily stunned. Another man caught her by grabbing the fabric of her top and yanking, ripping the garment off of her in a single wrenching motion. Her muscular torso, her wide hips, her huge, jiggly tits, were all exposed to the smoky air, bared for admiration and ripe for punishment. Korra had walked into a tent filled with big, powerful men. They glared at her angrily as she caught her balance and looked around at them, her gorgeous chest heaving in and out, her glossy lips pursed around big, panicked breaths. She grinned evilly at them, then slowly went to her knees…and then to her face, pressing her palms and her tits on the tent floor in a topless apology posture. “Sorry for being away for so long,” she said. “Please destroy me as punishment.” The men didn’t need to be told. Before she could lift herself up, one man grabbed her hair and yanked her up to her knees – only to smack her across the face with his giant cock. The warriors of the Southern Water Tribe were beyond merely ‘hung’; their dicks were so massive and girthy that slaps from them felt like being hit by a baseball bat. Enough successive strikes could break her nose – it had happened before – and as his burly, veiny slab of fuckmeat streaked across her face, Korra grunted and moaned, rolling out her tongue to taste his sweaty member. “Auhhm…” Once he was done cock-smacking her, he shoved her backwards – hurling her to the ground, where she belonged. The men were all around her now, their brutal cocks erect and throbbing, some pumping them in their fists, others just waiting for Korra’s attention. She got up to her knees again, panting, her face pink-marked from being so brutally cockslapped. She let her tongue slip from her mouth, grasped a pair of cocks in her too-small hands, and got to work. She sleeved a fat slab of meat in her mouth, bulging her right cheek obscenely outwards as she rocked back and forth, jerking off whoever was brave enough to shove his dick against her. She gave each man the attention he deserved, even as she was overwhelmed by eight, nine, ten massive cocks grinding against her at once! No woman could feasibly pleasure so many dicks, but Korra threw her all into the act, even managing to cram two monstercocks into her mouth at the same time, stretching her lips and cheeks out to a ridiculous strain while her fists pumped back and forth on two more enormous rods. Spurts of precum slopped and splattered across her skin, painting her tits especially, and she occasionally dropped her hands to lather the warriors’ hot cream into her skin, like a nutritional skincare product. She loved every second of her debasement, her eyes blurring into a loving glaze. When one man hunkered down, she eagerly wrapped her tits around his dick, using her biceps to jerk him off without letting go of the dicks in her hands, or the pair of cocks thrusting into her mouth. “Glmph, glrrnk, glrk.~” Sucking and pumping and stroking and gagging, Korra served her purpose as a receptacle for huge dicks, servicing the big men with every ounce of her power. Only the Avatar could hope to handle so many dicks at once! When the men were all completely stiff and ready for the next step, they shoved Korra once again to the ground – but this time, the biggest, burliest man among them seized her ankles and hoisted them up over her shoulders, pinning her in a mating press! His giant cockhead gouged down against her pussylips, mashing and thrusting against the fabric of her pants. Korra, panting, used Waterbending on her own sweat to cut her pants apart, exposing her thick ass and her plump, needy pussy to the open air. The brute wasted no time; his full weight fell on her, and he slammed his gargantuan dick into her cunt without a second thought! Korra screamed in bliss, almost blacking out from the spike of pleasure and pain that went through her. Her rock-solid abs jutted out in a grotesque belly-bulge, all the way up to her huge, jiggling tits, which started to leap up and down, smacking her own face as he stampeded her with savage thrusts. PLAP, PLAP, PLAP, PLAP, PLAP! His balls rebounded off of her asscheeks, bounding high in the air before crashing down on her thick buns again, producing a sound of flesh on flesh that must have been heard from the main village. Korra wore a mask of stupefied bliss, cross-eyed and tongue out, clinging to her oppressor as he recklessly dove into her tight-squeezing pussy! When she came, her slick, clear juices splattered through the air in a sparkling corona, but the monster on top of her wouldn’t even slow down. He kept on wrecking her with all of his might, sweating over her, flattening her tits beneath his abs and grinding back and forth like a washboard over her jiggling body. Her moans never stopped bursting from her sweet lips, and as her nails dug into his sides, the massive warrior seized up – about to cum! His balls clamped up tightly against the base of his dick, then WHAMMED down on her asscheeks, sending one last, delicious jiggle through them, before he unleashed his load into her womb. SPLURRRRRTCH! Hot, virile cream flooded her so full that her belly started to inflate immediately, rounding out and plumping bigger with each savage shot of jizz. His spunkropes must have been feet long, each one geysering out of his dick for a second or longer before launching into the next, and the next, and the next. Korra’s eyes went more and more distant as she clung to the swaying monsterstud, groaning into his hairy chest, her tongue drooping out the side of her mouth like a lazy animal as she took the fattest load of her life. “Unnngh…” The brute kept firing for almost a minute. When he finally peeled himself off of her, and wrenched his brutally-sized penis from her gaping cunt, her belly looked obscenely pregnant – slowly deflating as huge jets of cream fired directly out of her uber-stretched pussy. She lay there moaning, twitching, too weak to do anything. The other men rubbed their dicks hungrily as they converged on her, each one eager to take his turn – and none of them planned to be any less brutal than the first. “I heard you got a girlfriend,” said one of them, hunkering down and grasping her hair, pointing her eyes down so she could watch the next cock grind its way into her slick, gaping pussy. As she trembled and crooned, he continued. “We’re gonna overwrite your sexuality, bitch. Time to remember who you really belong to.” Korra’s eyes rolled back. Fuck, yes…
Title: [TRADE] A Case of Mistaken Identity Chapter title: A-Case-of-Mistaken-Identity Story Description: My part of a trade between Carmessi and myself, coming over to the apartment of a young man named Nick who isn’t sure if she is who he thinks she is. Not that he really cares in the end. OriginalNLSx♂♀ Story Content: A Case of Mistaken Identity Sounds of pleasure came from Nicholas “Nick” Holt’s apartment. Unfortunately, it wasn’t because he had “scored”. No, the big man was sitting on his couch with his laptop resting opened on the coffee table before him. Its screen showed a blonde woman, sliding a large cock between her buttcheeks. To Nick, the penis on the screen looked almost small in comparison to his own. But then, he knew that he was a pretty odd case. Back when Nick had hit puberty, he had hit it hard. It was how he ended up being nearly seven foot tall. Unfortunately, other parts of his body had received a similar growth spurt and his cock had grown longer than a ruler. Most girls wanted nothing to do with him after getting a close look at the monster in his pants. Some self-professed size queens had given it a try, but the experience had hardly been fun for either them or Nick. He had hoped he could fall back to good old-fashioned masturbation after that, but his orgasms had grown a lot more…potent as well. Not knowing if he could stand the embarrassment of explaining what had made that mess to his parents, Nick decided it would be wiser to fight his urges by devoting all his time to school, working and a strict fitness regimen. It appeared to be successful, at least at first. He still wanted to touch himself, of course. But usually he simply was too tired to do so once he got back home. As his stamina improved and he slowly got used to the day to day grind, however, it became more and more difficult to control his urges. So eventually, he decided it was time to move out and get a place of his own. He still kept masturbating to a minimum because of the mess it would make, but at least he could treat himself every once in awhile. And today was one of those days. Nick was already quite a way into the video before he began to jerk himself off. Mainly because it had taken quite a bit of time before his monstrous shaft had filled with enough blood before it could stand completely erect. He was really getting into it now, though. Although he did spot something from the corner from his eyes that distracted him. Nick never watched any of his videos in fullscreen so he could quickly switch tabs if he needed to. It was a habit he hadn’t quite outgrown since he moved out of his parent’s house. Which meant that the area around the video was filled with ads. What had caught his attention was a little chat window that had formed at the bottom right corner of the screen. It showed a picture of a cute girl asking whether he was in the area or not and was looking for a good time. Likely, it was a spambot or something similar but Nick was horny, and perhaps a little lonely, so he replied telling “her” to come over and things like that. He eventually regained his senses when the girl in the video slid the large dick she had been hotdogging up her ass, so he closed the window with a scoff. With the chat window closed, Nick figured nothing would come of it and he could go on with the rest of his night. So when there was a knock on his door, he nearly fell off the couch from sheer shock. He hadn’t actually buzzed anyone up, had he? Or given out his address, for that matter. Yet there was someone at the door. Of that he was quite certain, seeing as they knocked again. Nick paused the video and wondered if he should pretend to be out. But when there was a knocking on his door a third time, his curiosity won out and got off the couch. Fortunately remembering to pull up his sweatpants as he rose. ‘Yeah, yeah, I’m coming, I’m coming!’ Nick shouted as he approached the door. He hesitated for a moment as he reached for the door handle. Then, seeing as he had already announced himself anyway, he threw the door open. At the other end, still with her hand raised posed to knock, stood a woman that appeared to have walked straight out of one of Nick’s depraved fantasies. For one thing she was tall, almost six and a half feet he guessed, and didn’t have to raise her head very high to meet his eyes. And meet his eyes she did, they were a deep amber, almond shaped and filled with confidence. Nick couldn’t help but be drawn to her face it was sharp and angular, but there was also a youthful softness to it, and was framed by pitch black hair that fell towards her lower back. A single red streak in it was the only splash of colour. ‘Like what you see?’ The stranger asked with a cock of her hips and a confident smile that showed a row of pearly white teeth. Nick had wanted to say something clever, or point out that she did not look the same as the woman in the chat window had done. Instead, he only nodded dumbly as he let his gaze drift lower… She was wearing a red tank top with a large white heart emblazoned on it, the symbol was stretched wide over the large melon sized breasts that threatened to spill out of the small top. Yet, somehow, her breasts looked almost small in comparison to her hips and buttocks. Nick’s gaze dropped lower, past the tantalizing cleavage and over the woman’s exposed midriff. Her waist was slim and her stomach flat and toned, her choice of attire leaving a lot of her flawless, copper coloured skin exposed. When Nick spotted the way in which her waist practically exploded outwards when it met her hips, his eyes couldn’t help but linger. Even with her facing him Nick could see the sides of her huge buttocks from where he was standing. Her denim cutoffs barely even covered her ass, showing off nearly 90% of her caramel coloured butt-globes. The sight of it made his dick twitch in his sweatpants, and also made Nick notice how the strange woman was looking at his crotch. Apparently she didn’t mind the way in which his sweatpants-clad erection was pointing at her. ‘Well? Aren’t you going to invite me in?’ She asked with a raised eyebrow. ‘Of course, come in, uh...?’ Nick offered as he stepped aside. ‘Gala.’ She said by way of introduction as she walked inside, making sure to sway her broad, shapely hips excessively. Apparently to get Nick to stare at her huge, jiggling buttcheeks. If that was in fact the case, she was very successful. It took a moment for Nick to register as he gawked at Gala’s butt as it threatened to tear out of her denim cutoffs, but as she approached the couch he realized he hadn’t closed his laptop and the porn vid he was watching was still shown prominently on the screen. Unfortunately, he had completely missed the chance to close it in time as Gala was already leaning over and watching the paused video with a smile on her face before she glanced back up at him. She didn’t break eye contact as she hit the spacebar, allowing it to continue. ‘Oh, so this is what you’re into, huh?’ Gala mused as she plopped down on the couch. It was no exaggeration to say that her broad hips and huge, explosive booty took up nearly half the space on the piece of furniture. ‘Uh… yes, that’s right!’ Nick replied as confidently as he could manage, before he remembered to shut the door. ‘Well, you can’t see it from all the way over there, now can you?’ Gala mused. ‘Why don’t you have a seat?’ She asked with a predatory smile as she patted the couch cushion next to her. Nick awkwardly shuffled over and sat down next to her. This was what he wanted, wasn’t it? To have some woman eager to fuck come by his apartment for some fun? Yet next to Gala’s supreme confidence and blasé attitude towards sex and porn he couldn’t help but feel a little insecure. But if that showed, Gala didn’t seem to feel the need to bring it up. Instead, she scooted a little closer to him. So close, in fact, that Nick was very aware of her. The heat that came of her body, her smell. He was looking more at her now than at the screen of his laptop. ‘You want to try that with me, huh?’ Gala suddenly asked, leaning a little closer to Nick when she caught him looking at her. ‘Yes.’ Nick answered, his mouth suddenly feeling quite dry. Another one of those confident grins appeared on Gala’s face as she slid her hands in the waistband of Nick’s sweatpants. Once she began to pull them down, she slipped off of the couch as well and slowly dropped to her haunches. As she did this, her huge ass bumped against the coffee table and pushed the piece of furniture back quite a few inches. Not that Nick really cared, he was more concerned about what Gala’s reaction to his dick was going to be. So when his sweatpants were finally pulled down far enough, and his erection sprang up to hit her in the chin, he held his breath… ‘Fuck!’ Gala cursed as she yanked her head backwards. ‘I’m sorry…’ Nick started. ‘About what?’ Gala asked in confusion, her eyes completely focused on the monstercock before her. ‘This thing is great! You’re my best find in a while!’ ‘Find? Didn’t I tell you to come here?’ Nick mumbled in confusion. But Gala wasn’t listening. Nick watched as she, reluctantly, released his dick to instead climb to her feet again. Once she was standing, she quickly spun around and began to peel off her denim cutoffs. It appeared to be quite the struggle for her too, but Nick wasn’t about to get up and help her. First and foremost because seeing the caramel coloured globes bounce and jiggle before him was just too great a sight to ignore. Secondly, because said caramel coloured globes were practically shoved in his face as Gala bent over to pull them down. Which basically meant that he was stuck on the couch. ‘There we go…’ Gala sighed when she finally succeeded in pulling the cutoffs over her thick thighs and over her long, strong legs. Now that they were pooled around her ankles she carelessly kicked them into one of the corners of Nick’s apartment. ‘What now?’ Nick barely managed to utter the words after watching Gala’s huge bare ass shake and bounce before him the last few seconds. ‘This!’ Was Gala’s response as she parked herself on Nick’s lap. All Nick could do in response was groan as Gala sat on his lap. Her asscheeks were so huge that they completely obscured his muscular thighs while the tip of his monstercock was barely visible as it peeked out from her buttcrack. Gala glanced over her shoulder at him with another one of her smiles as he was practically pushed into the couch cushions. While she continued to look at him, Gala bounced her buttocks up and down rhythmically around Nick’s shaft, coaxing several fat ropes of precum from it. ‘What a waste…’ Gala pouted as she felt the silvery, viscous ropes slide over her huge, brown asscheeks. ‘Be sure to only do that inside of me from now on.’ She added with a wink and a winning smile. ‘I’ll try,’ Nick gasped, barely even thinking on what Gala was saying. ‘But it just feels so good!’ He added, while doing his best to grab as much of Gala’s massive booty as possible to push the halves of it around his cock. Gala giggled as she felt Nick’s fingers sink into her asscheeks and picked up the pace until she was bouncing and bumping and grinding on Nick’s lap so fast that it almost seemed like she was performing some sort of mad dance on top of him. All Nick really could do was hold on while fat drops of his precum continued to leak from his cumslit and dripped all over Gala’s huge rear. Despite the fact that Gala had specified that Nick should really cum inside of her, feeling more and more of his thick, silvery precum slip between her asscheeks only seemed to make her want to move faster. ‘Going…to cum soon!’ Nick groaned softly. To his surprise, Gala stood up, spun around and dropped to her haunches in front of him. Seemingly all in one smooth movement. Before he was given the chance to ask questions, she dove forwards and Nick felt a wetness enveloping his cock. Once again Gala left him surprised as she had managed to force his monstercock down her, now bulging, throat without any hesitation. He looked at the way her lips were stretched around the girth of his beefy shaft, then met her eyes. The hunger in them was obvious and she held Nick’s gaze while slowly pushing the remaining inches of his member down her throat. ‘Fuck!’ Growled Nick, as soon as he felt his big balls knock gently against Gala’s chin. Gala only looked up eagerly as she felt Nick’s monstrous shaft swell even further in her throat, just before thick, hot jets of semen began to spew from the tip of his prick. It felt as if most of it was shot nearly straight into her stomach, but due to the copious amount of spunk that left Nick’s huge balls she still had to swallow some of the viscous fluid down. Once Nick’s orgasm died down, Gala slowly began to pull her head back. Making sure to run her tongue over every inch of Nick’s dick to make sure that not a single drop of cum remained on it. When his crown finally left her mouth with a soft popping sound, she sighed contently. ‘Mmm… I needed a meal like that after yesterday’s training session,’ Nick heard Gala mutter to herself as she rubbed her stomach, which remained completely flat despite all the jizz she had swallowed. ‘I swear, mom doesn’t know how to take it easy…’ She complained. ‘P-pardon?’ Nick stammered, feeling a bit dazed after having just been deepthroated for the first time in his life. And that was after having experienced a buttjob from a woman with an ass like Gala’s. ‘Yes!’ Gala suddenly cheered while clapping her hands together. ‘You’re still hard! I really picked a winner today!’ She chuckled. Nick blinked slowly and looked down. It was as Gala had said, despite his explosive orgasm his monstercock was still erect and pointing at Gala’s face. When she spotted him staring at her, she gave another confident smirk before giving the fat crown of his shaft a wet, loving kiss. Her smirk only widened when Nick’s prick jerked happily in response but instead of forcing it down her throat again she instead turned to crawl away from Nick. Who in turn watched curiously as she approached the coffee table and laid herself over it, her feet still touching the floor and her massive booty sticking up into the air. ‘Do I need to send you a written invitation, or what?’ Gala teased as smacked one of her asscheeks. The crack of sound that followed as the palm of Gala’s hand connected with her rear was like a starting shot for Nick as he practically jumped off the couch, kicked the sweatpants that were still bunched up around his ankles into the same corner as Gala’s denim cutoffs and was behind her in one big step. Gala looked at him approvingly over her shoulder as he pulled his shirt over his head, revealing a torso and a pair of thick, powerful arms that were bulging with muscles due to a combination of his ruthless fitness regimen and hard physical labour. ‘Hmm… not bad!’ Gala cooed approvingly as Nick tossed his shirt aside and shook the hair from his eyes. Nick barely registered the compliment. All he heard was his own heartbeat as he grabbed hold of Gala’s huge ass once again. As he pried the halves of her huge, shapely rear apart Nick got a glimpse of her wet, aroused pussy and tight, little asshole. Too aroused to think Nick pushed his hips forward as if by instinct, and the crown of his monstrous erection bumped against Gala’s anus as a result. ‘Anal on the first date?’ Gala joked. ‘What kind of girl do you think I am?’ Then, a moment later, she decided to answer her own question and eagerly pushed her hips backwards. Forcing the first few inches of Nick’s shaft up her ass. In response Nick growled, vaguely recalling that his night currently seemed to be following the porn video that had chosen to watch before Gala arrived. Of course, said video had already ended, and was long since forgotten along with the laptop that was lying open dangerously close to Gala. This vague recollection quickly faded from his mind when Gala’s anal tunnel squeezed tightly around his sensitive shaft. ‘Don’t slow down now!’ Gala teased, while she roughly pushed her hips backwards again. Up until now, Nick had been pretty passive. So he decided to give Gala what she wanted and put his body to work. After pushing his thick fingers even deeper into the abundant assflesh of Gala’s booty Nick began to force the rest of his monstercock up her rectum. In response, she cried out in pleasure which only spurred Nick on to move faster. Within moments, Nick felt his balls slap against Gala’s dripping pussy while the entirety of his member was being hugged by her hot, tight anal tunnel. He couldn’t help but groan and shoot a rope of precum deep into Gala’s bowels in response, but Nick was only just getting started… Nick was very aware of the way in which Gala’s anal passage continued to hug his massive shaft, but he decided to not let that stop him. With a growl he pulled a few inches of his dick from Gala’s tight ass, before roughly hammering them back in. As expected, Gala moaned in approval. Which resulted in Nick repeating this course of action again, and again. The coffee table on which Gala was lying shook, and the huge brown globes of her butt jiggled whenever Nick’s ripped stomach impacted against it. All of these sounds were accompanied by the loud, desperate moans of Gala as her pussyjuices ran down the insides of her thick thighs. Her moans of pleasure only spurred Nick on to move faster and really put his musclebound body through his paces. He heard his laptop crash to the floor as his thrusts became faster and rougher, but did not care. Right now, his malicious link removed remained on Gala’s rear as he worked his hips back and forth like a machine. Beads of sweat had started running down his muscular frame while precum was drooling from the tip of his monstercock, yet Nick felt as if he could keep fucking Gala’s ass forever. Unfortunately, another part of his body disagreed. Nick suddenly slowed down the furious pace of his hips when he felt an all too familiar churning in his balls. He tried to hold off on what was coming next, but it appeared as if Gala would have none of it. Once again her anal passage tightened around his precum-drooling cock and she slowly pushed her hips backwards. She didn’t stop until Nick’s balls knocked against her pussy. As the two big, seed-filled orbs touched Gala’s plump, aroused labia they abruptly tightened, and sprays of slimy seed were blasted deep into her intestines. Not for the first time that night, Nick could only hold onto Gala’s huge ass as if his life depended on as pleasure coursed through his body. As soon as Nick’s orgasm came to an end, Gala’s anal passage loosened around his shaft and she gently bumped him away from her while she climbed back to her feet. Because of this, Nick stumbled awkwardly backwards towards the couch. His monstrous member was extracted from Gala’s ass in the process and left it with an obscene, wet sucking sound. But as seen as the tip of his cock left it, her anus seemingly turned back to its previous tiny, tight shape without spilling a drop of the cum that was no doubt sloshing around in Gala’s guts. ‘Looks like you managed to give me another good meal!’ Gala said as she spun around just as Nick’s ass hit the couch. Her top must’ve slipped down while she was being thrust back and forth on the coffee table, because her large, melon-sized tits were now completely exposed. Most of Nick’s attention was focused on them, but he swore that Gala’s stomach had gotten a bit rounder after he had pumped his second load up her ass. It must have been just been his imagination, though. Because a wave of dizziness suddenly went over him and Gala’s skin and hair seemed to light up. Nick shook his head, and when it had passed, Gala’s stomach was just as flat and toned as it had been before. But her breasts and butt did appear to be a little larger… ‘Why don’t we take a shower to wash all this sweat off?’ Gala suggested, despite the fact that there wasn’t a bead of sweat on her. ‘I…Yes, sure. I’d like that.’ Nick groaned in reply, despite knowing full well that Gala probably had an ulterior motive. Yet, he could not help but follow her broad, swaying hips and explosive, jiggling booty as she left the room… * * * * When Nick awoke the next morning he wasn’t so sure if he hadn’t just dreamt the whole encounter with Gala up. Most of the night’s events were a blur. He recalled sliding his dick between Gala’s buttcheeks again under the shower, the brown globes all slippery with soap while her breasts were pressed up against the glass of the shower stall. He also remembered lying on the bed after they finally left the bathroom, with Gala riding on top of him. What made him believe all of it had been a dream, though, was the fact that he swore that he had seen Gala’s skin glow again! And whenever the glow faded, her rear and breasts always seemed a little bigger. Combining all of that with the fact that he had woken up alone, it all had to had been a dream, right? ‘But then…why am I so thirsty?’ Nick croaked, as he tried to push himself out of bed. ‘And sore!’ He yelped in pain. As he shuffled back into his living room, he noticed his laptop lying on the floor with the screen cracked. He also noticed a pair of denim cutoffs lying next to his sweatpants discarded in the corner of his apartment. It had to be Gala’s! Of course, that did mean that she would have left his apartment without wearing any sort of pants. ‘...I wonder if she’ll come back for them?’ Nick thought aloud as he picked them up. THE END
Title: [TRADE] Gala Con Chapter title: Gala-Con Story Description: My part of an old trade with Carmessi. It stars his OC Gala visiting a Con for the first after finishing a training session with her mother. Of course, she’s there for the large collection of men, and nothing else. Carmessi’s part of the trade can be found [here] Original: Fantasy (Witches, Elves...) Story Content: Gala Con ‘So, this is one of those “conventions” Bonnie keeps going on about, huh?’ Gala mused as she eyed all the people coming in and out of the large hotel that hosted the event. ‘Sure are a lot of people around…which means a lot of energy. Maybe I should go inside to see what all the fuss is about? I am all dressed up for it, after all.’ She said to herself with a little half-smile. It was true; the young succubus had just left a training session with her mother and was still wearing her fighting costume. Plenty of heads turned as she entered the convention, probably because said costume was very, very skimpy. Her breasts were partially covered by pasties shaped like white and red flames, while something resembling a thin black slingshot bikini was used to cover her crotch. Gala didn’t even bother trying to use it to cover her chest, instead using the cords to squeeze her shapely breasts together. To complete her outfit she wore a pair of red, white and orange sleeves that went up past her elbows as well as a pair of thigh-high stockings of the same colour scheme that left her heels and toes free. Aside from that she wore nothing, leaving much of her fit young body exposed. Before she knew it, she was stopped by a group of young men. Some were dressed up like characters from video games Bonnie liked to play, while others were dressed in normal clothes. ‘Excuse me; we were wondering if we could take some pictures of you in your costume?’ One of the guys not in costume asked, holding up his smartphone. ‘Sure!’ Gala, who always enjoyed showing off a little, replied enthusiastically. ‘Shall I strike a pose?’ Before any of the men surrounding her had a chance to reply the young succubus kicked at the air and once her leg finished its arc she let it hang there,the men that had stopped her ‘Oohed’ and ‘Aahed’ and abruptly surrounded her to snap pictures. Gala noted with some satisfaction that some tried to push each other out of the way to get a good picture of her big, tensed buttocks. While others looked between her discreetly muscled thighs, hoping that the kick had caused the slingshot bikini she wore to slip and expose her labia. ‘Who is she cosplaying as? I don’t recognize the character.’ One of the guys taking pictures asked, just as Gala lowered her leg. ‘Who cares, just keep taking pictures!’ another hissed as Gala struck another pose. This time she held her arms against her sides before lifting her fists and squatting. Sticking out her ass in the progress, much to delight of her new fans, who once again were shoving each other out of the way to get a good look at her big, caramel coloured buttocks or take even more pictures them. When Gala stood up again and looked behind her, everyone did their best to look innocent. ‘What’s this?’ Gala asked as she snatched the phone out of one of her admirers’ hands. ‘Hmm…I wonder what the staff at the convention would do if they knew you were taking pictures like this of the women here?’ Gala mused aloud as she swiped through the pictures he had taken of her. ‘No! Give it back!’ the young man she took it from. ‘Oh don’t worry, I’m not going to do anything with it,’ the young succubus revealed with a grin. ‘I just think we can go lewder.’ With that said she handed him his phone back before letting herself fall on her ass while spreading her legs as wide as she could. This resulted in the bottom of her slingshot bikini to wedge itself between her labia, causing Gala’s admirers to gasp and quickly surround her to keep her from view. After they were sure no one could see her, they started taking their pictures again. Gala waited a few seconds before lying down all the way, making sure to arch her back to put her breasts on display. Once again she kept this pose for a few minutes before turning over to lie down on her stomach and thrust her ass in the air. This seemed to get the crowd the most excited, no surprise of course since Gala remembered their previous reactions to her booty. For a few seconds the young succubus gave all her admirers a chance to snap a picture or two of her big, brown butt again. Before getting up on her hands and knees and slowly moving towards one of the men in the crowd, all while making sure to wiggle her ass to and fro, of course. Time to take this a step further. Gala thought to herself as she undid the trousers of her chosen “victim”. The guy whose trousers she was messing around with briefly tried to stop her, but gave up as soon as Gala fished his erection out of his pants and began to stroke it. ‘Been enjoying yourself, huh?’ she asked with an impish grin. Her partner only nodded numbly, which was enough for Gala who immediately opened her mouth and swallowed his cockhead with ease. A strangled groan escaped the young man’s mouth which immediately made the guys standing next to him shush him. Gala, who didn’t really care whether their public indecency would be found out or not, merely smiled around the girth of the cock currently throbbing against the walls of her throat while she shook her ass invitingly. The men in the crowd behind her watched the young succubus slurping on a cock with jealousy. Gala heard their sighs of frustration and their annoyed muttering about ‘not being picked’ and felt a pleased shiver running through her body because those aroused men wanted her so badly. So to tease the onlookers she began to bob her head along the length faster while moaning loudly and shaking her rump. She heard the sighs of frustration growing louder as her large, heart-shaped asscheeks clapped together, until finally a person in the crowd spoke up. ‘Fuck! I can’t take this anymore!’ Gala responded by turning her head slightly, until the cock in her mouth was making her cheek bulge out. Apparently one of the men had decided to step into the circle he and his companions had made around her and was now approaching her. Just as planned! Was all Gala thought as the rest of the onlookers closed the circle and she happily continued throating the pulsing shaft in her mouth. ‘I’ve wanted to do this ever since I first laid eyes on this ass.’ The newcomer whispered, more to himself than to Gala, as he grabbed two handfuls of the succubus’ rump. Gala chuckled softly as her butt was being groped and squeezed by the stranger, but stopped when the young man whose cock she was sucking suddenly grabbed on to her inky black tresses. Now she wasn’t moving at all, instead she looked up at the man expectantly. ‘I’m sorry about this!’ he whined, and his grip on Gala’s hair suddenly tightened before he rammed his hips forwards. If her throat wasn’t currently bulging outwards due to it being stuffed with dick, Gala would have told him he had nothing to apologize for. But since that currently wasn’t a possibility, she decided to just enjoy the ride. ‘Ah…ha…so good!’ the owner of the cock that was currently bruising the back of Gala’s throat moaned as he roughly pumped his hips back and forth. Gala just kept looking up at him with a naughty twinkle in her eye. Her throat was relaxed while she used her tongue to tease the underside of his shaft. Meanwhile not a single droplet of saliva escaped her mouth, no matter how hard the young man might have been pounding his prick down her gullet. As his breathing grew ragged and the throbbing of member grew more powerful Gala knew his orgasm was close. So, without warning, she gently grabbed the young man’s hips and began to move her head in tandem with his thrust. Sure enough, after a minute or two he clenched his teeth and tried desperately to not scream in orgasm as thick jets of creamy cum blasted from the tip of his member. Gala swallowed the salty slime effortlessly and converted it into energy as soon as the warm semen hit her stomach. Her inky black hair glowed a faint white; luckily no one seemed to notice as the man fondling Gala’s buttocks suddenly released a loud gasp. ‘What the—It’s growing bigger!’ he hissed as the tips of his fingers sunk in the meaty brown flesh. The surrounding man gasped in surprise as the watched the young woman’s already large, round ass grow a little thicker. All while Gala’s eyes threatened to roll up as she enjoyed the sensation of her ass growing larger. When the man who had been fucking her throat saw this he quickly released her hair and pulled his hips back, extracting his saliva coated prick from the young succubus’ gullet. ‘I’m so sorry, are you alright?’ he quickly stammered. ‘Oh…I’m perfectly fine, trust me,’ Gala purred with a predatory smile, before looking over her shoulder. ‘And are you just going to stand there!?’ She barked at the guy who was still holding onto her buttocks with a mesmerized look in his eyes. ‘O-oh yes, of course!’ he stammered as he got the hint and got out his cock with one hand, while still squeezing one of the succubus’ asscheeks with his other. Gala shook her head, but smiled as she reached back to pull the bottom of her slingshot bikini aside to give him a good look at her snatch. Behind her, the newcomer wasted no time sliding the tip of his member over her plump, wet labia. Although Gala knew he wasn’t interested in her pussy even before he pried her big, round buttocks apart to get a good look at her tight little pucker. Once it was in sight he eagerly pressed his cockhead against Gala’s anus and slowly pushed his hips forwards. To his surprise, the young woman’s rump easily swallowed his member. ‘It’s so tight!’ Gala heard him gasp behind her as she felt his shaft throbbing against the walls of her anal tunnel. ‘But that doesn’t mean you have to go so slow!’ Gala grumbled, before shoving her hips backwards roughly. As her buttocks slapped against his hips and stomach the man groaned and grabbed onto the young succubus’ slim waist to keep himself from falling over. Gala grinned to herself and roughly began to pump her hips. Meaty slapping sounds came from the couple whenever Gala pushed her hips all the way back, accompanied by soft, wet smacks when his balls slapped against her snatch. Due to the pace at which Gala was going beads of sweat had already started to form on the forehead of her new partner, while his breathing turned rough. He did his best to match her pace, but mostly he only succeeded in holding onto Gala’s waist as if his life depended on it. So it was no real surprise when she suddenly felt his prick swelling up, before it blasted several hot ropes of seed into her bowels. Again Gala immediately turned it into energy and let pleasure wash over her as her butt started to grow again. Her new partner was abruptly knocked on his ass as the sudden expansion forced his softening member out of the succubus’ rump, and his orgasm had left him a little weak. Gala didn’t mind however, she simply got up and approached the crowd of men that was still surrounding her to search for a new partner. If she went by the amount of trouser legs that were bulging outwards slightly, it wouldn’t be all that difficult to find one. ‘Hmm…I think you will do nicely.’ She chuckled as she stuck her hand into the waistband of a skinny young man and squeezed his member. Her new partner didn’t struggle much as Gala pulled his cock out of his pants. The young succubus cooed lovingly as the long, fat piece of meat came into view and couldn’t resist giving the fleshy stalk a loving squeeze. Once her partner’s dick was out in the open Gala pulled him inside the circle, leading him by holding on to his shaft. As soon as they were safely hidden from view, if you didn’t count the two men sitting down to catch their breath anyway, Gala released her new partner’s member. Only to abruptly knock her broad, baby-bearing hips against him. Of course the skinny young man was no match for the succubus’ broad hips and quickly fell on his ass, his member sticking up from between his thighs like a flagpole. Before he had a chance to get back up, Gala was there straddling his hips and casting a shadow over his torso. While flashing her new partner a grin over her shoulder the young succubus spread her large buttocks with some effort, showing the young man her stretched anus, and began lowering her hips. ‘Oh…you’re a big one.’ Gala purred as her partner’s fat crown sank past her tight ring of muscles and into her anal tunnel. ‘S-so heavy.’ The young man babbled as Gala sank lower and lower, resting her enlarged asscheeks on his stomach. Gala merely chuckled and began to slam her hips up and down, driving the breath from her partner’s lungs whenever her buttocks smacked against the young man’s stomach. At first her new partner seemed comfortable just lying there, being bounced up and down between Gala’s soft buttcheeeks and the cold, hard floor. But once he got over the shock of being screwed by a bottom heavy young woman while a crowd of people watched, he was eager to participate. He showed this by sinking his hands into Gala’s expansive backside while awkwardly pushing up his hips, making the young succubus flash him a smile before moving even faster. The crowd looked on as the curvy caramel coloured babe bounced up and down on a stranger’s shaft, her stomach bulging outwards slightly whenever her booty swallowed her partner’s monstercock in its entirety. Gala noticed how more and more of the onlookers grew less shy and soon enough, some were publicly stroking their cocks. Not caring if anyone else walking past could see them. Before she knew it one man broke out of the crowd and ran up to her, before unashamedly shoving his cockhead past her lips. ‘Take it you slut!’ he growled as salty seed blasted from his cumslit, straight into the young succubus’ mouth. Gala drank the sticky load down without complaint as she worked her slender digits in and out of her snatch, moaning softly around the newcomer’s shaft as her butt enlarged again. Below her she heard a pained grunt as her partner did his best to continue holding on to her buttocks, but the extra growth made it impossible. So instead, he allowed the caramel coloured globes to rest on his stomach again. Which, by the sound of it, made it difficult for him to breathe. ‘Hold on, I’m almost there!’ Gala gasped as she continued to finger her snatch while she sped up. All the young man underneath her could do was gasp for breath as Gala’s, now huge, buttocks roughly slammed down on his stomach. If Gala knew about his discomfort however, she simply didn’t care and continued to pump her hips. When Gala’s climax finally hit, her folds contracted around her fingers and she arched her back. Below her, her partner released a weak whimper as the succubus’ anal tunnel clamped down on his shaft like a silken vice. ‘I’m…cumming,’ he gasped. ‘And my stomach feels like one big bruise…’ he added weakly, but his lips tugged up in a smile as thick streamers of spunk blasted into Gala’s bowels. While Gala came down from her orgasm a different kind of pleasure hit her as her stomach bloated outwards slightly due to the young man’s large load of semen. However, as soon as she converted his seed into energy again her stomach returned to its previous size, while her rear began to expand again. As soon as it stopped growing, the halves of her firm, heart-shaped ass nearly covered the entirety of the young man’s stomach and chest. While smiling proudly Gala climbed to her feet, extracting the monstrous, softening shaft from her bowels. Almost immediately two more men stepped out of the crowd, they were dressed like martial artists. Probably dressed like characters from a fighting game. When they noticed each other one tried to shove the other away. ‘Hey, I’m going first!’ one growled. ‘Fuck that, I want to nail that ass before we all get arrested for public indecency!’ the other shouted and Gala was sure they would start an actual fight. Luckily, she knew how to prevent something like that from happening. ‘Boys, boys! There’s room enough for two!’ she chuckled as she turned around and spread her heavy asscheeks apart. Both of the men looked at each other, before they shrugged and both approached the succubus… * * * * ‘Finally there is a convention in town! I’ve been waiting a long time for this…’ Bonnie said as she blew a purple strand of hair out of her face and approached the hotel. ‘I’ve made a budget so I don’t spend all my money on all the cool shit I might find inside, I brought my biggest backpack for the stuff I want to take, I have copied the map to my phone so I know where all the booths are,’ Bonnie thought aloud as she counted the things she had done off her fingers. ‘So much planning and now finally I can—what the fuck!’ Lying in the large entryway leading up to the convention hall where several men with their pants pulled down partway and happy smiles on their faces, while the carpet was coated with foul smelling white stains. A little further in was Gala, with several more men that looked exhausted but were still happily fucking her. And her ass was huge, Bonnie wondered if she could even walk normally. ‘Hey Bonnie, you were right. Conventions are fun.’ Gala said with a smirk as she spotted the slender young woman. ‘You bitch! Why do you always have to ruin everything!?’ Bonnie howled as she grabbed her phone to call the police. All while Gala and her many sexual partners continued their perverted orgy. THE END
Title: [TRADE] Poolside MILF Chapter title: Poolside-MILF Story Description: My part of the trade between JoseMalvado and me. The story is based off this picture. His part can be found here Original: Huge Breasts Story Content: Poolside MILF ‘Leaving me all alone again, bastard!’ Sarah Johnson hissed after she drained her glass of martini and slammed it back on the poolside table. She angrily glared at the golden band around her left ring finger as she remembered her husband getting his bags and leaving the house to go on another one of his business trips, almost in a hurry to leave. Sure, his success had bought them a nice house with a pool and a white picket fence to top it off. But husband and wife barely spent any time together any more. Hell, Sarah hadn’t even been touched by him for almost three months now. Was she no longer desirable to him? Of course she was starting to show her age, faint lines were visible near the corners of her dark blue eyes and near her plump lips, yet her long blonde hair showed no streaks of grey. She had grown a lot more voluptuous over the years than she was before, her huge breasts had sagged somewhat and she had a little more of a belly than before. Not to mention her hips and ass, it seemed that no amount of dieting or exercise could slim those down. At least some men thought her body was still desirable. And with that thought in mind, Sarah’s eyes drifted over towards the young man cleaning her pool. Brandon Frasier was a neighbourhood boy paid by her husband to come clean the pool every now and again. He was young, tall and toned with a dark tan, thanks to working in his swimming trunks for most of the day. And Sarah had often caught those dark eyes of his running over her curvy form when he thought she wasn’t looking. When he caught her staring at him he flashed those pearly white teeth just as he fished another leaf out of the pool. ‘I’m just about done, Mrs. Johnson,’ he said as he put the net away and approached her. ‘Is there anything else you need?’ Sarah looked from Brandon’s innocently smiling face, to the way his swimming bulged outwards slightly to show the outline of his swelling prick. ‘I think there is something, yes…’ Sarah sighed as she got to her feet. She wasn’t sure if it was the loneliness, sexual deprivation, alcohol or some combination of the three that made her do what came next, although she did know that she no longer cared. With a sigh Sarah pressed her huge, heavy breasts against the young man’s chest while she teasingly stroked Brandon’s stomach. Slowly her hand slid lower and lower, before she finally stuck it into the young man’s swimming trunks to grab his stiff member. ‘I need you, Brandon.’ Sarah whispered in his ear while she squeezed the hot, throbbing piece of meat playfully. It was probably a bit of a cliché to say, but Brandon sure didn’t seem to mind. He gasped while his member gave a sharp jerk in her hand and, although the young man didn’t move and seemed uncertain about what he should do next, Sarah still felt a sense of triumph wash over her and slowly began to jerk the young man off with one hand. While using her free hand to slowly pull down his swimming trunks. ‘Mrs. Johnson, stop! What if somebody sees!’ Brandon hissed. Sarah’s plush lips stretched in a smile. He didn’t want her to stop because she was too old for him, or even because she was married. Brandon just didn’t want to be caught. But Sarah didn’t want to stop, instead she eagerly kissed his neck and continued tugging down his swimming trunks before slowly dropping to her haunches to get a good look at the young man’s fat, hard cock. ‘Let them see us,’ Sarah replied with a wicked smile. ‘Now let me see if I still know how to do this...’ She answered as she opened her mouth wide and wrapped her lips around the young man’s cockhead. If Brandon had any further protests, they died on his tongue right there. Sarah smiled around the domed crown while she looked up to observe Brandon’s reaction, before she slowly swallowed more of the fat pole. It had been a long time since she had given anyone a blowjob, longer than Sarah thought. After having swallowed only a few inches of the meaty, young dick Sarah’s throat felt sore and her eyes began to water. But she didn’t want to give up now! With a soft gag the blonde grabbed Brandon’s ass and squeezed his buttocks tight, while forcing the young man to walk closer to her. Obscene -GLURKS! and -GLARKS! exploded from Sarah’s throat, usually accompanied by several wads of spit, but still she continued pulling Brandon closer. In the meantime the young man himself was groaning softly in pleasure while he looked around, weary of any neighbours that might be spying on them. Until finally, he just grabbed Sarah’s blonde locks and roughly shoved the rest of his turgid length down her throat. ‘Sorry, Mrs. Johnson!’ Brandon apologized. But despite how “sorry” Brandon might feel, it didn’t stop him from fucking Sarah’s face. Spittle flew from her mouth each time the young man’s shaft battered down her gullet while tears of both pleasure and pain streamed down her cheeks, accompanied by the obscene, wet gags that came from Sarah’s throat and the meaty slaps of Brandon’s balls hitting her chin. Muffled, but happy, moans accompanied Sarah’s gags as she felt something burning in the pit of her stomach while her poor, neglected snatch clenched with need. So it was only a matter of time before she released Brandon’s ass to give her wet muff some much needed attention. Which, in turn, no longer restricted the young man’s movement, causing his pace to grow a lot more brutal. In response, Sarah’s eyes threatened to roll up while her fingers danced rapidly over her stiff little clit. Brandon couldn’t keep up this brutal pace for long, however. So before Sarah knew it, his grip on her hair tightened as he slid his member down her throat all the way. She gagged violently as her nose disappeared between Brandon’s pubes, while her dainty chin was pushed firmly between his testicles, and spat up one last wad of spit. It was then when the young man released a deep, dark groan and thick, hot ropes of cum blasted from the tip of his member. Sarah gurgled weakly as she felt the salty slime painting the walls of her stretched throat and did her best to swallow it all. Of course, with her inexperience the white gunk quickly began to flow from the corners of her mouth and even her nostrils to fall on top of Brandon’s own testicles. All while her eyes threatened to bug out of her face and tears flowed down her cheeks. So when Brandon finally released her hair she quickly pulled her head back and took a deep breath of air, causing the strings of cum and saliva that hung from her lips to snap off. ‘I’m so sorry, Mrs. Johnson!’ Brandon babbled while trying to pull up his swimming trunks. ‘D-don’t be,’ Sarah croaked after wiping her mouth. ‘And I’m not done with you yet!’ she added as she got back to her feet and grabbed Brandon’s softening prick. Brandon stopped trying to put his trunks back up and stared awkwardly at the blonde, who ignored it and started walking towards the backdoor of her house. Seeing as she was still holding on to his prick, Brandon decided it would be best to follow her. Even if he had to walk with his trunks pulled up halfway up his legs. Once inside, Sarah led Brandon to the living room and pushed him onto the big, comfortable chair her husband usually sat in. When he was sitting comfortably Sarah untied the knot holding up her bikini-top, watching the young man’s smile with impish delight as the small, cloth triangles covering her nipples fell to the floor. She shivered softly when she heard Brandon’s surprised gasp, before she began to rub the saliva and the semen that had fallen from her mouth to splatter onto her chest into her skin. ‘What are you going to do, Mrs. Johnson?’ Brandon asked after swallowing audibly. ‘Oh I think you know…’ she purred in response as she dropped to her knees in front of the chair, pulling Brandon’s trunks down once again in the process. Even if he didn’t know, Brandon got his answer soon enough when Sarah lifted up her breasts and rested them on his bare legs. They were so soft and heavy, a lot heavier than Brandon had initially expected. His member gave a twitch as it started to swell again, causing Sarah to flash the young man a pleased smile. Before wrapping those big, heavy breasts of hers around the fleshy stalk, leaving Brandon to hiss in pleasure as those warm, soft globes hugged his shaft. ‘I knew you’d like this,’ Sarah purred. ‘I’ve seen you staring at them, you know.’ ‘I’m sorry, Mrs. Johnson.’ Brandon growled, just as the blonde began bouncing her breasts up and down. ‘Oh no apologies necessary, Brandon. I wouldn’t be doing this if I didn’t appreciate it.’ Sarah replied, while squeezing her breasts around the warm, throbbing pole a little tighter. A weak moan passed Brandon’s lips and Sarah cooed as she felt his member growing even bigger. While flashing her teeth at him Sarah redoubled her efforts, eagerly bouncing her breasts along the swelling shaft while opening her mouth to allow her saliva to splatter between her breasts. When Brandon’s member had grown hard enough for his cockhead to become visible, Sarah pushed her head down far enough to teasingly suck on the fat purple head. Before resuming to jerk the young man off with her breasts again. But as soon as Brandon was fully erect, she pulled her breasts away. ‘Wh-why did you stop?’ Brandon babbled, his member now sticking up as if imitating a sun dial. ‘Oh, I just figured we could take it a step further.’ Sarah teased. ‘What do you mean?’ Brandon asked, confused. As soon as he asked that Sarah turned around and sauntered towards the couch across from the chair he was sitting on and bent over, grabbing the back of the couch with one hand while tugging her bikini-bottom aside with the other. When her plump, shining labia came into view Brandon got the hint and quickly kicked of his trunks which were bundled around his ankles before jumping to his feet. Sarah shook her rump invitingly for several seconds, until she felt Brandon’s hands sinking into her plush buttcheeks. Sarah could hear her heart pounding in her ears as the young man rubbed and squeezed her buttocks, she also couldn’t keep a needy moan from escaping her mouth when she felt the domed crown of Brandon’s member pushing against her soaked cunt. Luckily for her, he didn’t seem intent on teasing her and slowly pushed his hips forwards. ‘Oh yes…’ Sarah moaned as her folds stretched around the meaty invader. Behind her Brandon groaned softly as her pink tunnel clenched around his shaft, but after a minute of letting Sarah get used to his size he continued sinking his cock into her damp snatch. Sarah grabbed the back of the couch tightly and gnawed on her lower lips as the large pole sank deeper and deeper inside of her, streamers of lubricant were already running down the insides of her thighs. She had needed this even more than she realized. ‘Are you alright, Mrs. Johnson?’ Brandon asked softly. ‘Uh-huh.’ Sarah mumbled. ‘Good.’ He replied, just before he gently began to move his hips back and forth. Sarah moaned and giggled in surprise, but quickly began to thrust her hips back at him. For several minutes Brandon continued to move slowly and gently, until Sarah begged for more. ‘Harder!’ she groaned, so the young man did as was asked of him. Quickly the sound of skin hitting skin resounded through the living room, accompanied by the grunts and groans of Brandon and Sarah. ‘More!’ the blonde groaned and Brandon was going to try his best to give her what she wanted. With a grunt of effort the young man shift placed one foot on the couch and shifted his grip, releasing Sarah’s buttocks to instead grab her breasts. So while he began to fondle the huge, soft globes and her stiff pink nipples he roughly and rapidly slammed his cock into her pink, clenching depths. Sarah matched his frantic thrusts with her own, all while squealing and moaning in pleasure. ‘Yes! Almost there!’ she shrieked, slightly out of breath as she held onto the couch so tightly her knuckles turned white. Brandon chuckled triumphantly behind her and did his best to keep up the pace, all while lovingly squeezing her breasts and pinching her nipples. Fortunately for both of them, Sarah reached that climax she so needed quickly. ‘Oh there it is!’ She howled, and her mind abruptly went white as pleasure hit her brain like a freight train and her snatch coiled around Brandon’s cock like a silken vice. As her orgasm rushed through her Sarah’s trembling body practically fell over the couch, it probably would have if Brandon wasn’t holding onto her breasts so strongly. While still holding onto Sarah’s chest Brandon slowly pulled his hips back, doing his best to extract his cock from her soaked, climaxing cunny. After a few minutes he succeeded and placed his member, shining with Sarah’s orgasmic juices, between her buttocks. ‘I-I’m cumming, Mrs. Johnson!’ he announced. And sure enough, a second later Sarah felt something hot and sticky hitting her back and smacking into her blonde tresses, or dribbling down her asscheeks. Then, when their respective orgasms had come to an end, Brandon practically fell on his ass while Sarah collapsed on the couch. ‘Wow…I needed that, thanks.’ Sarah sighed. ‘Eh…no problem?’ Brandon replied awkwardly. ‘So modest!’ Sarah chuckled. ‘Anyway, I hope you’ll come over, ah, clean the pool tomorrow too.’ She mused with a smile. ‘But what about Mr. Johnson?’ Brandon asked and Sarah’s expression soured somewhat. ‘I’m sure he wouldn’t mind coming home to a clean pool and a very happy wife,’ she answered with a shrug. ‘In any case, I can use a shower. Hopefully I’ll see you again tomorrow, Brandon.’ Sarah mused as she got up and left the room. Brandon watched her go, apparently contemplating what to do. Before he too got up, put on his swimming trunks and left the room. ‘Why wouldn’t I come back for more of this tomorrow, it’s not like Mr. Johnson pays me enough to clean that damn pool of his.’ Brandon thought aloud, while closing the backdoor behind him. THE END.
Title: ギャル助ける Save a Gyaru, Clog Her Holes With Semen Forever Chapter title: Gyaru-Milfs-and-Being-Happy Story Description: A former gyaru turned housewife approaches life without drugs and prostitution after 3-years of rehabilitation. Sullen and combative by nature, the comfort she enjoys in her new life renders her fearful of change. In hopes of avoiding it, she throws herself into what she knows best: fucking disgusting loads of semen out of her benefactor and snorting his cum into her skull with a frown on her face. She also does housewife related things, but don't let her catch you saying that. OriginalNSx♂♀ Story Content: The nature of powerful narcotics is such that occasional indulgence can lead to the formation of a lifelong addiction. Individual willpower and predisposition both play their part in this, but all the same, the ease with which narcotics can circumvent these things and cripple an individual with their usage sits in a league all its own. It does not persist within this ‘league’ by itself, of course. As if to offset the potential consequences of poor choices made within one’s lifetime, the human experience is riddled with events that many consider to be just as addictive as the very worst brand of drug (if not even more so). However, whereas addiction to the latter invites decay and debilitation into one’s life, addiction to the former can enrich, and in many ways fortify the life of a person who indulges in them. Like its counterpart, the prerequisites for this ‘addiction’ are predisposition and repeated indulgence. Given a capacity for making the very best of the ‘unknown’ and the willingness to throw oneself to it more than once, life has a way of doling out rewards whose quality necessitates repeated (and spirited) indulgence. Nestled amongst these innumerable rewards in a pocket unique to the female experience is motherhood. No matter how predisposition, preconceived notions, and even personal circumstance moderate its quality, women who commit themselves to the role (whether through childbirth or otherwise) normally find a degree of fulfillment that nothing else can replicate. After nearly 5 years spent in a state at the border of contentment and despair, Shiori’s acceptance of the instincts written into her brain (and to a lesser extent, her willingness to work with them) molded her into a new kind of addict in less than a year. To her surprise, the realities of pregnancy assuaged all of the fears she had harbored about the subject within a matter of months. Despite the steady stream of changes that were introduced into her frame and their addling of her already erratic mood, the daily life she had come to know whilst living with Rafael went largely unchanged. For a time, she was even allowed to contribute to this stagnation herself–at least on occasions where morning sickness and feverishness did not prompt her husband to stop her. When her circumstances changed, they changed for the better. As opposed to uncertainty and rejection, Rafael met the swelling of her stomach and the fattening of her breasts with the same uncanny affection that he had dumped upon her when the two of them first met. “Inexplicably” (from the perspective of a former enjou kousei and pessimist, at least), his ‘need’ for her frame only increased as well. At first content to believe that the amplification of his lusts was a veiled attempt at slaking the thirsts of her own hormone-addled frame, the persistence he displayed eventually forced her to regard his desires as innate. A simple change of perspective made a world of difference to Shiori. Having cautiously embraced the consistency of her home life up until this point, the affirmation she acquired when the swell of her pregnancy began to genuinely alter her frame convinced her that the fears she had harbored had been unnecessary all along. There could be no further doubt in the wake of this. As Rafael had apparently told the truth about his perspective on her, what remained for her was to replace her ‘half-assing’ of the position that she had acquired with a genuine attempt. Like this began Shiori’s second and final descent into addiction. Month by month, she continued to take care of her body to the best of her ability, and abandoned all shyness as to the satiation of her desires (alongside Rafael’s). She continued her education on how to manage pregnancy and young children in spite of the mouth-tightening embarrassment it imposed on her, and she ceased complaining about her husband strong-arming her into bed rest when she actually required it. Only a few short months prior, she carried these things out begrudgingly; half to satisfy an idea of necessity, and half to keep her own yearnings from consuming her. In the months that followed her insemination and the epiphany that followed, her willingness to engage in these things was fueled entirely by the satisfaction she derived from them. She couldn’t get enough of it. No matter how she framed the events in her head, the reality of her situation was an adorable addiction to becoming the most competent and adored mother that she could be without forgetting herself in the process. Perhaps for the same strange reasons that had landed her a husband in the first place, Shiori found an uncanny amount of success as an addiction. Committed to success and “survival” by any means necessary, every tool at her disposal was used to the fullest, and no stone was left unturned with regards to her responsibilities in the household that she shared. These efforts earned her stronger and more frequent injections of ‘narcotics’ directly into her heart. During the weeks leading up to her delivery date and even throughout the weeks immediately after it, the experiences that she enjoyed provided her with further reasons to continue doing exactly what she was doing. Not even the stresses of caring for a child could dissuade her. Utterly consumed by an addiction potent enough to enrich her entire life, Shiori persisted like this until she forgot that she was even ‘persisting’ at all. In short, what was once the most fear-inspiring and unpleasant idea of her life became the norm for her– Just as hopeless degeneracy had so many years ago. - 2 YEARS FOLLOWING SHIORI’S IMPREGNATION – TAKASAKA RESIDENCE In the months immediately following its inception, the Takasaka household did not differ much from the confines of a love hotel. ‘Well kept’ by virtue of Shiori’s guilt and uncertainty, and yet regularly consumed by degrees of sexual filth and humidity capable of making grown men blush and close out the 75 browser tabs they’d opened minutes prior that caused Chrome to lag even when a nigga already knew they shouldn’t be opening Chrome tabs like that because of the memory leaks, the middling social lives of its two primary residents spared the world from a number of sights that may well have invited ‘uncertainty’ into an individual’s perception of their relationship. Although a more modest status quo was developed in the years that followed their moving into it, periods of ‘reversion’ for the confines of the house were not uncommon. Little changed as the less-than-ideal state of the house was never exposed to prying eyes, but for two supposedly functional adults, this reality sometimes served as reminders for Shiori and Rafael to ‘act their age’ with regards to intercourse. A year or so removed from the birth of her first child, Shiori took the pangs of embarrassment that she had felt to heart and took it upon herself to limit the debauchery that she created with her husband to a single room within the house. If an ample solution with regards to the problem she sought to solve, her commitment to this approach created another set of problems whose ‘solutions’ were far less clear cut. For reasons only tangentially related to her management of the household, Shiori often forgot that these problems existed. She maintained every intention of solving them, but for some reason passed up almost every opportunity she had to approach them. In the present, though, she had a genuine excuse for this– Her responsibility to her libido. “Gllahahaahhaaha…” “Mnnh…” GLORP! Squatted ahead of Rafael’s crotch at a height that leveled her upturned features with the still-erect tip of his shaft, Shiori noisily gargled a congealed mixture of freshly expelled semen and her own throatslop around at the back of her throat. Fortunate in that the volume contained within her mouth did not completely muffle the vibration of her vocal cords, fragments of her voice’s usual tone could be heard underneath the fluttering boil of semen she produced within her mouth. Allowances aside, her success remained a product of several years spent honing her technique and a deep-seated desire for success. In keeping with the slovenly standard established for the throating sessions that she treated her husband to, several minutes spent beating the succulent sharpness of her lips against the face of Rafael’s crotch whilst squeezing the confines of her esophagus against his meat like a vice had ended with an innards-warming payload of semen being deposited into her stomach. Aided in its expulsion by thrusts from Rafael’s hips and a motivating compression of his palm at the back of her head, she successfully slurped the entirety of his load into her stomach and held it there right up until he began peeling his erection out of her. At this, ‘fragilities’ imposed onto her body by circumstance leveraged the difficulties associated with this to pull a fraction of the off-white deluge that sat within her stomach up with it. Too experienced to vomit semen onto herself in response to such slight provocation, Shiori caught the ascent of sludge up her esophagus and pursed her lips just in time to trap the tongue-drowning backdraft within her mouth. As recent years had seen her set new standards for herself in the realm of ‘performance’, she instinctively turned her teeter on the verge of failure into another instance of success. After furrowing her brow and working the half-mouthful of muddy resin into the back of her throat, she ‘cutely’ parted her pube-edged lips to present the semen-greased confines of her mouth with all of the sensual perversion of a former prostitute. Shamelessly straight-faced throughout, she thought nothing of the backed-up discoloration that the substance maintained, or even the stray pubes that it contained. Instead, she did as she had practiced and sonorously boiled it at the back of her throat such that frothy bubbles of off-white sludge were seamlessly fattened and ruptured at a maddeningly whorish pace. In the midst of it all, she kept her tongue active as well. Now painfully familiar with the muddy quality of her suitor’s semen, she lewdly rotated the meat of her tongue in wide circles that helped blend its melted-clay quality into something more drinkable— All of this while making certain that not even a drop of it spilled out of her mouth. Gokku~ Gokku~ Gokku~ In the wake of her show came a painstakingly lengthy attempt at swallowing. Beginning with a very pronounced compression of cockjuice down into her esophagus, she repeatedly squeezed fractions of her mouth’s contents down her throat until all that remained was a thin, salivation-inducing sheen of slop. When at last she believed the confines of her mouth to be clean enough to show to her husband, Shiori smoothed her brow into its usual disinterested flatness and released his thighs in preparation to peel her lips apart. In her mind, everything was perfect. Perhaps too much so. “Muaaahh–” Tock–Tock–Tock “Owaaaaaaa?” Moments before Shiori could show off the products of her hard work, an all-too-familiar series of tapping noises a ways removed from the confines of the marital bedroom wrenched her line of sight over her shoulder faster than she could think to stop it. Supplemented by a voice that her mind was programmed to recognize, a switch was flipped within her mind only seconds later. Scooping her left hand underneath her midsection for support, Shiori forced herself back up to her feet and hurriedly wrenched her forearm across her face in an attempt at cleaning. Tragically, her efforts served only to spread the messes that already persisted there. “Gomen. Ato de owaseru kara, okaranaide…” “Sorry. I’ll make this up to you later, so don’t get mad, ok?” speaking with the slightest hint of a disappointed pout in her voice, Shiori addressed Rafael with only half of her gaze focused on her face. Thus far the recipient of far more than he deserved, Rafael hastily re-dressed her lower body and shook his head. This done, he set a hand to Shiori’s back and pushed at it gently as a prompt for her to begin walking. “Come on–you really think I’m going to complain about not getting enough after that?” he started, chuckling. “Besides, this is actually important,” “Let’s go see what he needs. He’d be expecting you before me, so this kind of works out for the best.” Itching for virtually any reason to begin walking, Shiori set off right as it became apparent that the deference she displayed to her reflexes was not distasteful. Hiding a flushed expression as she moved, she pushed several strides ahead of her larger counterpart and made her way out of the bedroom and into the room set directly to its left. In it, she deprioritized the ‘task’ that she had applied her left hand to and dropped her arms down to her sides as she made her way to her destination. As one might’ve gathered from the soft coloration of the room’s walls and the stuffed-animal-adorned dresser that dominated its left side, her stopping point was a standing crib set near the room’s center. Anxious from the moment she laid eyes on it, Shiori gingerly raised her arms up from her sides without realizing she had done so. The closer she came to the crib, the more downward-angled their extension became. “Ii ko. That’s a good boy, Nico. It’s not so hard to wake up without crying, is it?” putting on what she believed to be the tone of an approving instructor (a saccharine, motherly tone in practice), Shiori addressed her son the moment her line of sight fell onto his face. Scooping his blanket-bundled frame out of the confines of the crib after the fact, she dutifully cradled him up along the width of her bust just as she always did. Today, his closeness to the blouse-covered protrusion at her midsection made her talkative. “Kakugo shitoke. You’re going to be a big brother sooner than you think, so Mommy’s going to need you to cut her some slack soon, alright? It’s fine to be spoiled for now, but I only have two hands to work with, y’know?” By habit, Shiori spoke down at her son as though her words were capable of reaching him. Content solely for the fact that he persisted near his mother’s warmth, Nico regarded her noise with a familiarly placid face before breaking into an approving (and utterly ignorant) smile. At the sight of this, Shiori broke down even further. Dipping her profile just shy of contact with the boy’s profile, the appearance of a flushed expression of adoration on her face presented her as being seconds away from an adoring nuzzle of her cheek against his own. Before she could commit this crime, Rafael appeared to ensure that she wouldn’t. “You know, you’re getting really good at that. You’ve always been better than me at least. The point is that it’s natural now, though...” revealing his slanted lean up against the edge of the door frame, Rafael spoke out at a volume loud enough to be heard, but soft enough to spare their child from discomfort. “You might not want to go after his cheeks right away though,” “Your nose is still leaking.” Initially mortified that Rafael had seen her parenting up close–this in spite of the fact that he was the one who had prompted her into their son’s room in the first place–his pointing out the state of her face turned her surprise into a tooth-grit anger. She was not upset at him so much as the fact that he was right. After her hasty attempt at cleaning her face, pubes glued to her latte-brown flesh by semen persisted at the edge of her mouth, and the slightest descent of mucus could be seen dribbling down from her left nostril. All too familiar with the telltale sensations attached to these cosmetics, Rafael’s comments forced her to come to terms with the fact that she had very nearly nuzzled this mess against her son’s face. Whereas her sense of self demanded that she meet the revelation forced onto her via an explosion of vitriol at her husband, the changes that Shiori had enjoyed in the preceding year tempered its quality into something even more endearing than her feigned attempts at hatred. With a rosy flush illuminating both of her cheeks, she turned her surprised expression into a smirk. “Damare, bokke ♥. Shut the fuck up, faggot ♥. Whose fault do you think this is, anyway?” replied Shiori. “Unlike you, your son’s cheeks are cute enough for me to want to nuzzle without thinking about what’s on my face. I-I’d never actually make him deal with me while I’m still a mess like this, though…” “You’ve got some fucking nerve saying to me, too.” Very clearly jovial in spite of the retorts that she spewed, Shiori shuffled forward as she spoke in preparation to make a point. “If you took him instead of me, I would’ve been able to clean up before I even came in here. But no–according to you, he needed to see his mom first.” she continued. “S-So, yeah. If anyone’s to blame for this, it's you, not me.” Shiori was not entirely wrong in her assertions. At the same time, she was not exactly right–her refusal to abscond to the restroom and clean herself up proved as much. Tragically, she forfeited what grounds she could have argued atop with both her posture and behavior. Completely comfortable in spite of the closed-eyed arrogance she directed towards her husband, her time spent speaking saw her body devolve into a reflexive swaying meant to keep Nico engaged with her presence. After a brief effort persisting as herself, motherhood made these motions her body’s foremost priority– This within seconds of turning her condescending smirk into a smile inundated with happiness. “Maita na. You’ve got me there, huh?” Rafael replied, chuckling. “I’m not going to comment on why you’re still working so hard in spite of all that, so let’s move on,” “Here–pass him over. You’re probably at least a little uncomfortable, so I can handle this one.” In time with his offer, Rafael stepped away from the mouth of the room and outstretched his arms to convey his intent. Despite his looseness, both his profile and posture presented him as being more than ready to share in the burden created by their conscious child. For a split second, Shiori considered deferring to this sight. A part of her did wish to make herself more presentable, and a few minutes of separation struck her as a worthwhile ‘trade’ for this. In the end, though, she prioritized the responsibilities she had created for herself over her immediate comfort. Being an addict, she had no other choice. “Kotowaru. I already started with this shit–you really think he’s going to be happy if I just suddenly disappear somewhere?” said Shiori, loosely. “Besides, there’s no point in doing it now when I’m just going to have to do it again later.” At pace with her response right up until its end, Rafael innocently tilted his head in pursuit of clarification from Shiori. When none came, he sought it out himself. “What? What do you mean? We’re both right here, aren’t we?” he started. “Oh for fu–F-For the last time, I’m older than you! S-Stop making me do this shit all the time!” cutting Rafael’s response short out of nowhere, Shiori pushed off into a stride that ultimately delivered her to a position a step or so removed from Rafael’s front. On her way to this point, her instincts were set on full display for a second time. In order, she dropped her right hand from the two-armed cradle she had used to secure her child and transitioned into supporting him with only her left. With her free hand, she bundled up the edge of her blouse’s lower hem and effortlessly peeled the garment up along her midsection until the front-loaded sloping of her massive bust forced her to pull it outwards. Faultless throughout, she wadded the garment up just past the peak of her cleavage and loosed both of her perspiration-drenched breasts into a sodden PLAPP! against her upper body. Her work did not end there. Long since without the need for a bra whilst within her own home, she jabbed her right hand up to the face of her left breast and deftly peeled the milk-soaked pastie affixed there off of its compression of her nipple’s semi-erect swell. The moment it and its intoxicating scent were exposed to the open air, she seamlessly applied her forearm and wrist to level Nico’s face to within an inch of this. Somehow, the ‘best’ of her efforts was saved for last. Fighting against the balance issues imposed by her midsection, she deftly resumed her squat ahead of Rafael without wobbling or teetering. Ultimately, her only wobble one imposed onto her: When the warmth of her son’s mouth consumed the bloat of her nipple and began dragging at the milk ducts threaded into it. “...Wasureta no ka? In case you’ve forgotten, we’re going to be juggling two brats instead of one pretty soon. That means I’m gonna become worse at keeping your perversion from imploding on itself. And like, even if I don’t, I’m still gonna have to get way more creative with how I do it…” “W-What I’m saying is that you should enjoy this while it lasts. I didn’t do a good enough job in the bedroom, so this is a good opportunity for you to get some practice for the future.” “Now hurry up and finish jerking off on my face before I change my mind ♥.” No longer did Rafael need to think about the meaning behind Shiori’s words. More accurately, Shiori spared him from doing so. Although still prone to veiling her desires in necessity, several years of intercourse and 1 ½ children to show for it had made her about as honest as any other married woman. For him, the sight of her progress was almost as arousing as the display that preceded it. Suddenly reminded of the fact that he had only gifted her throat and stomach with a single load of bulbous seed, he fixed his gaze on her exposed breasts and sex-smattered facial features for just long enough to coax a fresh influx of blood into his length. Per usual, the time that he invested into this was unnecessary– At some point throughout Shiori’s address, the meat of his shaft had already acquired the same disquieting bloat it had maintained minutes prior. “...If you were even half that adorable a few years ago, you’d have probably been able to convince me to do just about anything,” “Ah well. Better late than never, right?” As quickly as Shiori had set herself in position, Rafael unsealed the waistline of his pants and once again exposed the turgid monstrosity of scent and sweat bundled at his crotch. Precisely as Shiori had indicated, the organ did not resemble an endowment drained to the point of satiation. In only a few short minutes, the potency of the orgasm that Rafael had enjoyed in the bedroom and the sights that he took in immediately following the event had restored the organ to its forearm-girth thickness, and freshly wadded a preparatory glob of precum at its crown. Beyond these things, Shiori’s eyes found signage of desperation. On top of its blood vessels being fatter (and squirmier than usual), the throating that she had provided had left the organ with a lingering sheen of moisture and grease that begged to be applied to something more practical. Being a creature of habit, she did not take her eyes off of the sex-scented organ until she absolutely had to. Right up to this point, she allowed herself to stew in transfixion on it until the pre-soaked face of her cunt began leaking anew, and her ‘unused’ nipple began leaking cream as proof of her arousal. As one might’ve gathered from the seconds he spent in silence after the fact, Rafael loathed to wrench Shiori from these stupors… But not enough to actually refrain from doing so. “Since you’re as cute as you are, stroking myself like this wouldn’t be too difficult if I put my mind to it,” he started jovially. “That said, squatting down there doesn’t mean you can’t participate. I’m not going to twist your arm, but I happen to remember a time in the past when you were able to be very creative with this sort of thing,” “If you’ve still got that in you, why don’t you give me something worth stroking to?” While certain that Shiori would respond to his provocation (as she always did), Rafael did not pretend as though her doing so changed his situation any. Taking a single step backwards, he plunged his left hand into a punishing envelopment of the peak of his erection and folded his palm into a vice for it. Now situated such that the trapped crown of his member was set within inches of Shiori’s face (a position that allowed the scent of semen-accented virility that bled from its flesh a direct path into her brain), both the pressure backing his vice and its immediate consequences for his length were made painfully obvious to Shiori in sequence. Once placed, he put himself to work. Tapping into the reservoir of sexual frustration that he carried on a daily basis, he wrenched his wrist upward and downward to squeeze his palm from a ‘full’ envelopment of his glans up to a punishing compression of its tip. Ignoring the entirety of his cocktrunk by design, he attacked the most sensitive fractions of his length with all of the force and consistency he could muster. His aim in this was creating a display of ‘intent’ for Shiori. Whether she could be bothered to help him or not–or more accurately, whether her work as a parent allowed her to or not– the ‘goal’ that she had created for them would end up accomplished. Their history had proven his libido’s ‘receptiveness’ to her countless times before, and the dense discharges of precum that he yanked out onto the lower half of her face reiterated this loudly and frequently. Together, these things pushed the ball of proceedings into Shiori’s court. Understandably, her realization of this came slightly later than she would’ve liked. Having persisted as a mess of hormones and domestic bliss for nearly 2 years straight, the sights and sounds attached to her husband stroking himself directly ahead of her face consumed her attentions for a time. Nearly cross-eyed, she watched him choke the convulsing organ with an awed expression on her face feminine innards drawn into a state of leaking convulsion. Her sense of hearing was consumed by his efforts as well. SCHLK–SCHLK–SCHLK–SCHLK No less enamored than her eyes, Shiori’s ears were consumed by the sound of Rafael greasing his length with excess precum as he worked. As a result of this, her brain was attacked by his virility from two different angles–both of which were impossible for her gray matter to defend against. If only for a few seconds total, these attacks reduced her instincts to musing. Whereas Shiori did not produce a single conscious thought in this time, her femininity forced a message into reverberation through her psyche. Its contents were familiar, but telling all the same. “This is it.” “After I give birth again, this is the dick that’s going to fuck another baby into my womb ♥.” When at last she regained herself, a modest puddle of slime-fed volume from the drainage of cuntsyrup across her inner thighs could be seen directly below her crotch. Contrary to the implications of its size, her epiphany did not tempt her into uselessness. For as much as she wished to succumb to the sensation of a tiny mouth draining milk out of her nipple whilst masculine stink invaded her brain, Rafael’s words continued to reverberate within the back of her mind as a challenge that her nature demanded she meet. For once, though, her motivation to do so lacked pretense– All that she desired was a worthwhile orgasm for her husband. “Mattaku...” “He’s such a hopeless weirdo ♥.” Upon uttering these things to herself, Shiori once again leaned on her history. Quick to recall that Rafael had pointed out the messy state of her face, she swelled a modest pool of saliva atop her tongue, then parted her lips to expose it and the confines of her mouth to him. Next, she, too, made herself useful. Shamelessly, she pushed the borderline serpentine length of her tongue out of her mouth and allowed the saliva pooled atop the organ to drizzle down across its face. Showing off both the density of her spittle and the girth of her tongue, she sustained the display until several long threads of spittle descended down to splatters atop her cleavage. Straight after this, she transitioned into needily swirling her tongue where Rafael could see it. Fluttering the organ as if famished for something, her settlement into these motions saw them supplemented by a sustained “huaahhh~” from the back of her throat in short order. As could be expected of a woman with her particular skillset, just a few seconds of this sufficed to sharpen the pace of Rafael’s stroking, and at the same time fatten the outflows of murky precum that were spewed out at her face. His profile gave away very little as to his stimulation, but in the first place, his self-pleasure was the only thing that Shiori was focused on. The sight of these changes prompted her to go in for the kill– Briefly, she pulled her tongue back into her mouth to speak. “Go ahead. Paint your wife’s face in dickjuice while she nurses your son.” “That’s part of what my face is for, anyway ♥.” Exactly what about these utterances made such an impact on Rafael could have been reduced to any number of things. Shiori’s unaffected tone stood out as a primary candidate, as did that they contained. Even the warmth that she projected as she spoke could have served as an explanation were one especially driven to make it so. Needless to say, what the case actually was did not matter much to Rafael. Motivated to comply right down to his physiology, the strokes that he produced in the wake of Shiori’s suggestion were harder and faster than their predecessors. The congealed expulsions of precum he wrung from himself became fatter in turn, and the squelching of his palm more grotesque in much the same way. Not even a half minute later, he burst. Driving the settlement of his palm down to the base of his glans well ahead of schedule, he pressed his crotch outwards and threw his head backwards in an attempt at riding out the ascent of scalding bliss up the length of his shaft. Once again, his efforts failed to suffice for his aims– Try as he might to remain silent, a series of grunts only slightly overshadowed by the burbled expulsion of semen through his urethra began slithering their way out of his throat one after another. “Guuohh, d-deruuu!” BLORSH–BRLSSH–SPLATCH… Senses bolstered by experience, Shiori’s ears seamlessly separated the sounds of her husband’s groaning out and away from his length’s regurgitation of semen against her face. Her doing so was anything but straightforward. After tracking the elevation of Rafael’s first strand of seed up through the length of his cock, a massive, shrapnel-adorned rope of the same off-white seed she had become accustomed to was blasted out into a length-wise bisection of her face. Arced to the left just slightly, its fattest dollop found the peak of her left eyelid before the remainder of its contents trailed down across her nose, cheek, and upper lip. At the same instant that its smelly warmth and weight was dumped onto her pores, marble-sized dollops of the same were sprayed across the opposing sides of her face as custard forced through the blocked mouth of a pipe. This expulsion was only the beginning. Behind it, a comparable flourish surged out into a more vertical splatter across her face that just so happened to layer its majority across the first. A third biased to the right side of her face followed, then a fourth with seemingly no preference at all. Fed to a thumb-wide thickness by Rafael’s reproductive system and long enough to trail from the peak of Shiori’s hairline right down to her chin, each blurt that her profile received furthered the creation of a feature obscuring mess that put the slop from her throatjob to shame. All throughout her dousing, Shiori kept her mouth open and her tongue active. Persisting with the perverse swirls of her tongue until the caking of semen atop it required that she curve the organ into a basin, she did her utmost to ensure that she ‘accentuated’ every drop of semen that Rafael spewed against her face. Savoring his grunts in the midst of all of this required every bit of whorish wit she had in her. Whereas the congested gurgling noises produced within his length threatened to deafen her, the orgasmic buzz ignited within her brain threatened to make her altogether indifferent. And yet, she persisted. Separating every seething grunt he produced from the wealth of other stimuli that was dumped onto her, she made it from the beginning of his orgasm to its end without missing out on anything. As the full ropes of semen he spewed ebbed off into a drizzle of muddy dollops, her success swelled her with the same brand of pride she had spent several years attempting to vehemently reject. More than her pride as a woman and a mother, Shiori was overcome by the pride of a wife. “That’s right, stupid. It doesn’t matter if it’s simple or complicated: if it’ll help you feel good, I’ll do it.” “Y-You’re never going to hear garbage like that come out of my mouth, so just shut up and enjoy this instead…” “I’ll at least be here to make sure that you always do ♥.” So as to bolster the thoughts that she entertained in this state, Shiori eventually took the ebbing of Rafael’s orgasm as a cue to ensure that neither of them slipped too deep into the quagmire of degeneracy that surrounded them. Holding still until Rafael’s stroking at his glans ceased altogether, she snapped inward to replace his palm’s envelopment of the organ with her lips. In this, she was almost cruel. As was almost always the case with her husband’s orgasms, the very end of it left a disquietingly fat wad of semen welled at the nose of his length even after his attempts at wringing himself dry. In an instant, she pushed her lips far enough across his glans to completely consume the nose of his length within her mouth, then heartily slurped at the inches she had trapped until her cheeks sunk in on themselves. Stage set, she spent the next few seconds lashing her tongue around the organ section’s girth and dragging at it as an oversized straw to see the remnants of his orgasm drawn out into languid splutters across the back of her tongue. After the fact, she took her cleaning efforts one step further– Just as briefly, she turned her suckling into a full-length throating of Rafael’s length that even he couldn’t stand. “A-Alright, alright, I get it, fuck.” somewhere between a state of exasperation and contentment, Rafael was reduced to begging in response to her attempts. “Gokurou, gokurou. I owe you for this, I know. J-Just relax.” Completely satisfied by the response that she received, Shiori ended her slurping as quickly as she initiated it. Working her way out of her squat after the fact, she kept her lips pursed and did her best to arrange her sludge-caked facial expression into one that conveyed a message. “You’re welcome–now take him.” Even in his orgasm-addled state, Rafael knew Shiori well enough to understand the meaning of her expression. When her hands gingerly pushed their sleeping infant away from her chest, her meaning became completely unambiguous. Nevertheless, he chose to feign ignorance for a time. Not to reject her, but to see her pout as she always did just one more time. - ASAHINA KANAKO’S HOME– TWO HOURS LATER New parents–particularly those who ‘stumble’ into the decision to create a second child shortly after the first–are typically required to rely on some form of outside help to keep the structure of their lives from falling apart entirely. Whether in the form of family members, or for the wealthy, individuals paid to assist in raising their children in the long term, individuals outside of their immediate household are introduced into the ‘community’ surrounding their child at some point early on in their development. Being a stay-at-home mother with very few socially acceptable friends and a “business” oriented father unwilling to rely on his parents more than necessary respectively, Shiori and Rafael’s best option for outside help turned out to be the next-door neighbor that had looked into their lives from time to time since their arrival. Fortunate enough to interact with her as a married man, Rafael was spared some of the peculiarities of her personality as a matter of course. Thus, when the impending arrival of his anniversary with Shiori required the two of them to think about options for a potential babysitter, relying on her was the first and last idea that he generated. Although somewhat less averse to Kanoko’s nature, Shiori proved far less ‘ready’ to ask this favor of her. Kanoko’s nature had little to do with this; for a childless woman, she was fundamentally a better parent than the average married woman. For her, it was a simple matter of what the favor would require: A conversation with a woman eerily familiar with her mindset and nature. “...Thank you again for doing this, Kanoko-san. He just ate, so he should sleep for a few hours at least.” “Everything else you’ll need is in the bag as usual. We’re going to keep things really short this year, so we’ll be back before you know it..” “At least that’s what I’m hoping for. There’s like, no real reason things should go longer than we planned, but I never know with Rafael anymore.” Upright at the mouth of Kanoko’s home with a fresh pair of blouse and tights gloving her frame, a seemingly pristine Shiori did as courtesy demanded and passed a final battery of thanks off to her neighbor with a smile and her best attempt at the lamentations of a wife. Steps behind her, Kanoko brushed these off in pursuit of something else entirely. “Maa~, ki ni shinaide. Oh, stop it, Shiori-chan. You know I don’t mind taking care of Nico here and there. He’s so cute I can hardly resist, and if he wasn’t, he’d still be the best-behaved child I’ve looked after by far,” Kanoko replied, calmly. “Besides, it’s the least I can do. I didn’t have a very busy evening planned, so being able to help with your special day actually means a lot to me.” “On that note, though…” Taking advantage of the fact that she currently stood within her own home, Kanoko strode up to a position just short of Shiori’s front and planted herself with an expectant, closed-eyed smile. Seemingly as innocent and wistful as could be, the words that she produced after the fact suggested otherwise. “You never mentioned what you two are going off to do. I know you mentioned that Rafael had a surprise planned, but…” What could it be, I wonder ♥?” The teasing tone in which Kanoko asked her question came from a place of privilege. Upon welcoming Shiori into her home to drop off her son, her eyes noted the makeup and moisturizer freshly applied to her skin, and the oddly pristine state of her clothes. Though the latter could be explained away as a product of her outing with Rafael, the former led her to discover something that Shiori had missed in her hurried pruning. Even now, a wired pube could be seem glued to the right side of her mouth. “H-Haha, nani ka naaaa~. Y-Yeah, I wonder too. I-It’s not like him to be so secretive. It’s just a little a-afternoon outing, so you’d think he’d just tell me, y’know?” said Shiori, nervously. “Hmm. Maybe that’s for the best, though. You might have to worry about Nico’s future with girls if his father just told you that you were going to get fucked outright.” replied Kanoko. “W-What?” “Hm? Oh, nothing–you must’ve just misheard me. I hope you have a wonderful time, Shiori-san,” “Don’t forget to clean up that little extra bit when you two get to where you’re going though, ok?” Ending her misdirection with a knowing wink directly at Shiori, Kanoko did not allow her neighbor a word in after the fact. Taking advantage of the confusion that her words had drawn out of Shiori, she set her hands to her shoulders and turned her front towards the door to the house. A few jovial pats later and Shiori was on her way… Flushed facial features and all. - LESS THAN AN HOUR LATER–A CERTAIN VENUE To repeat for those unaware, Takasaka Shiori’s life was one plagued by abnormal attachment to patterns and habits formed in her youth. Enslaved to them once upon a time, her marriage and the epiphanies that she enjoyed in her time as a childless stay-at-home wife freed her from her most detrimental predilections, and thereafter replaced them with those that were more beneficial to her. If fundamentally different from the woman that she had been only a few short years prior, the Shiori of the present was no less herself than she had been whilst working as a prostitute. This was to say that, in spite of all of the changes that she had endured since her youth, a number of habits from her youth persisted with her even now. They did not do so mildly, either. Despite awakening on the morning of her anniversary knowing that she would be returning to the dingy apartment that she had lived and worked out of for the express purpose of recreating one of the countless afternoons she had spent with Rafael whilst the two of them were ‘strangers’, Shiori allowed her thoughts to wander right up to the initiation of the event. From the very first step that she took out of Kanoko’s home through to their arrival at the apartment and her changing clothes within it, her thoughts were so thoroughly removed from her reality that she may as well have been somewhere else entirely. She wasn’t of course; her mind did not understand this, but her body remained firmly invested in everything that her day was to entail. As such, her reflexes and desires carried her through the motions of her anniversary afternoon right up until proceedings required her to sit the pregnancy-fattened swell of her ass down along the length of Rafael’s cock from tip to root. With this, the distracted rambling that had occupied her up until this point was shifted in a manner that included her husband– Or perhaps merely the grotesque heat and weight of his erection. “..S-Sore ni shite mo, kimoi. Hontou kimoi– y-yamesasetai hodo.” “S-Still, it’s just weird. Like so weird I w-wanna make her stop, but not enough for me to r-really go after it, you know?” PLAPP-PLORP-PLAP-PLORP “I-It’s like, why does she talk like she knows me so well all the time? I get that she sort of does, but couldn’t she just talk to me normally or something? It’s been years at this point.” PLAPP-PLORP-PLAP-PLORP! “Are we friends or something? Should I just start talking to her normally too? Kusou, I just don’t know how to fuckin–” GLORP “Hyuuh~~” Incrementally dragged further and further away from the subject of her musing, Rafael’s presence as a listener and unfortunate participant in her distracted bounce atop his crotch eventually motivated him to assert himself anew. Any man in his position would have done this and more. After entering Shiori’s old apartment, Rafael did as their old customs dictated and made his way into the western-style bedroom at its back. In it, he undressed himself from the waist down and reminisced on the past until Shiori returned from a short stint of pruning within her bathroom. When she returned, the sight of her was very nearly painful for him. Top ‘dressed’ in an oversized white t-shirt emblemized with the word ビッチ！ whose chest was monstrously stretched by the swell of her breasts and pregnancy, and bottom in a familiar pair of pale-pink panties made to seem smaller by the widening of her hips and the thickening of her thighs, Rafael’s mind was immediately thrust back to the less-than-flattering period he had spent as her foremost customer. Between his trance and Shiori’s capacity for pushing her body through its paces whilst distracted, recognizing her removal from their coupling proved beyond him. Bluntly, his circumstance only worsened when she parted her panties to one side of the tanned mass of her rear and seated herself along the length of his cock as though her innards were just as pliant and ‘unoccupied’ as they had been years prior. Fortunately, the passage of time had granted him tolerance. If in no way ineffective, Shiori’s preoccupied clobbering of assfat against his crotch–an effort that just so happened to include drilling half the length of his cock up and down through her slobbering cunt–was no longer enough to completely debilitate him. Over time, he acclimated to her innards’ slurping against his cock, and even the all-too-effective frequency with which her motions pumped semen into the root of his length. With the ‘sense’ that he acquired, he caught onto her rambling almost immediately. Content to allow her to speak up to a certain point, he silenced her with a brace of his right palm along her right hip and an application of force that firmly squished the full length of his shaft back inside of her. Funnily enough, he very nearly silenced himself at the same time: Speaking with his glans wedged against the pudgy blocker of her cervix and the blood vessels of his length swathed by hormone-fattened inner walls was about as punishing a circumstance as he could have imposed onto himself. “Alright, for one thing, she’s not bullying you. You probably imagine it that way because you’re so used to bullying other people the same way, but it’s nothing malicious. At least that’s the way I see it.” started Rafael. “You also have to think about her perspective in this, too. You’re difficult, Shiori; maybe not intentionally, but the average person wouldn’t be able to get past that.” “Whatever she’s doing, she’s doing because it makes you easier for her to talk to. In the end, it’s more for your sake than hers, too.” “Now…” Long since without the restraint required to properly converse whilst his shaft throbbed and drooled within Shiori’s innards, Rafael casually replaced his grasp on her hip line with a fat choking impression of his palm into her right asscheek. Squeezing just tightly enough to produce another shock to her system, he subsequently turned the ‘serious’ conversing expression on his face into a playful grin. Straight afterwards, he shifted gears. “This is pretty bad customer service, don’t you think? If I paid for the entire hour, shouldn’t I get the best treatment possible in that time?” he asked, teasingly. “I never took you for the kind of girl that would take advantage of a customer’s feelings, Shiori-chan. Really, I’m hurt…” Jolted precisely as her husband had hoped, Shiori was once again reduced to bashfulness in the face of her shortcomings. However, for nearly the third time in a single day, exposure to them did not push her back into her shell. Yet again, she was actually drawn further out of it. “F-Fuzakena. T-That’s rich coming from the degenerate weirdo who stuffed me with another kid right after I squeezed out the first. If anyone’s difficult between the two of us, it’s you.” she spat, cutely. “I’m also not the one that’s being so fucking greedy right now. You think it’s easy moving like this with my stomach the way it is?” “Fine though, whatever–I’m not about to let my favorite customer give me a bad reputation. Just don’t blame me if I end up exhausted, got it?” What followed Shiori’s declaration was yet another display of the ‘selfless professionalism’ that had allowed her to support herself and her more sordid habits with only her body. Taking Rafael’s playful suggestion as a challenge, she furthered the downward slant of her torso as far as the pregnant swell of her midsection would allow, perked the weight of her body onto the tips of her toes, and finally peeled her rear upwards and outwards to initiate a painstaking drag of cockflesh from out of her pulsing innards. inadvertently, this split-second ascent framed her absentminded bounce along the lower inches of Rafael’s shaft as being that much more impressive. As her suitor’s 13-inch length remained the same imposing spire of girth and rigidity that it had always been, sitting atop it–and progressively swallowing every inch of its grossly studded mass into the capped-off confines of her cunt–required Shiori to subject herself to the slightest bit of discomfort. Although quickly replaced by the narcotic stimulation that she was accustomed to, the depression or her cervix and its staunch refusal to sink any further into her than was necessary made her husband’s length feel that much larger inside of her. Circumstance exacerbated by weight that her unborn child added to her body and her own worsened sensitivity to sexual pleasure, all of the makings of abject failure were heaped upon her before she even began moving along his length. Such was the degree of sexual prowess that Shiori had accrued that the possibility of such failure did not cross her mind. Instead of reeling at the sensation of her husband’s gut-rending length taking up space inside her that she did not have to offer, her distracted psyche did what it had to do to make the best of the situation. Specifically, after warming itself up to an appropriately excess drool via swirls of her hips (these juicing her puffy inner walls for cuntsyrup with the blood vessels of Rafael’s shaft), she tepidly pumped just over 4 inches of his shaft in and out of her succulent innards as actively as she could. In pursuit of this, she made every ‘downward plunge’ of her rear a lazy dumping of her gratuitous ass fat onto the face of his crotch, and managed her ‘ascents’ as abrupt tugs of her phallus-adhered cunt up along the inches that she had settled with. All of these things and even the stimulation that she generated were produced by her reflexively. Enamored with the subject of her strange neighbor all the while, neither her consistency nor her capacity for producing more than this registered with her as feats worth appreciating. Very little changed when she began servicing her “customer” in earnest. Quick to recognize the narrow length of her bounces and their ‘inefficiency’ with regards to draining Rafael’s length, she applied immediate changes that built on what her body had managed for her as a matter of course. The first slide of her rear to the peak of his erection was only the beginning. In a display of whorish prowess that seemed a product of years long since passed, the arrival of the split pudge of her lower lips just below the crown of Rafael’s erection prompted her to hold her position as a tease. Smirking as rivulets of cuntsyrup were allowed an unrestricted drizzle across the meat of his erection, she prolonged her suitor’s ‘torture’ for 10 agonizing seconds before telltale swirls of her hips gave away her intentions for proceedings. In stark contrast to her painstaking ascent, Shiori clobbered the mass of her rear down to a fat-pancaking impression against Rafael’s crotch in the blink of an eye. With only the expulsion of a breathy “Uuuhu♥” as a consequence, she dumped her rear backwards and curled her hips downward in sequence to see nearly a foot of cockflesh messily plugged back into her depths. Contrary to its implications, the final product of this drive was neither the reverberating PLORP of sweat-greased flesh against a syrup-moistened crotch, nor the garbled GLRPP~ of phallus-starved canal walls against a spire perfectly shaped for its satiation. At this juncture, they produced repetition. Gray matter fed its favorite stimulant, Shiori was compelled to wrench her convulsing folds back up above the midpoint of Rafael’s length for the singular purpose of skewering herself all over again. In defiance of the perspiration induced by her exertion and the jostling of her pregnant middle, Shiori turned the first weight-backed blow she produced into a springboard for more. As if the motion itself cost her nothing at all, she stroked the meat of her cunt back up to a point just below her start point, then dumped herself straight back down to a hilt to the tune of a gluey PLORP!. With this, the ‘initiation’ of her service became a heated execution that choked the airspace of the bedroom with sexual noise that could have sufficed as masturbatory fuel all on its own. Rewarded for her haste with concentrated injections of stimulation through her depths each time the swell of Rafael’s glans collided with her cervix, maintaining her ‘peak’ and gorging herself on stimulation became her foremost concern just as quickly. Per usual, the task of compensating for this fell to her frame. For as much ‘training’ as it had endured, the sensation of dispossession and invasion that accompanied every pump of her rear (to say nothing of the management of her body weight and the maintenance of the precarious position that she manipulated it in) required every bit of energy her musculature had to offer. Somehow, even the manner in which it managed this was arousing. As if to further expose her inner walls to the throbbing and writhing of Rafael’s cockveins, Shiori maintained her bounce in a squat of sorts that required her to brace her palms flat against her knees. In practice, her left hand braced the combined weight of her midsection and breasts, and her right hand braced the t-shirt-covered base of her pregnancy. By producing this, she maintained an ass-accentuating slant for her upper body that allowed her to service additional inches of Rafael’s shaft whilst at the same time facilitating the taxing nature of her bounces. Physicality was not the only aspect of her effort, of course. For every second that Shiori maintained her metronome, working around the degenerative bliss that was ground into the meat of her cunt and the embarrassing byproducts of her feast constituted a perpetual challenge for her. It was not as though she was ill-suited for them–truth be told, she had spent years managing circumstances precisely like this. All the same they goaded her… They, and the realities that they implied as well. PLAPP-PLORPP-PLAPP-PLORPP “Uwhhhh…” “Mou yada…this is making me look so stupid. I made myself sound all confident like I could handle this just fine, but my insides..m-my whole body is just making me seem like a sloppy mess.” left with no other choice but to internalize her lamentations lest she contradict her brazenness (yet again), Shiori’s mewled her way through her shortcomings in an attempt at ‘dealing’ them. As it turned out, though, verbalizing what she was enduring only made her that much more vulnerable to it. “I-I mean…” “I d-don’t mind. I-I’m his woman at this point, s-so I’m supposed to respond this way. Something would probably be wrong with me if my insides didn’t like his dick while carrying his baby…” “...I-I jus’ wish it was more fucking dignified. My ass is getting too fat for me to move like this, a-and all my pussy does when I move like this is slobber and squirm.” she complained. “I-It’s like, what’s the point of working so hard to act the way I did before w-when my body’s just gonna sell me out like this,” “I’d almost be better off just groaning like a slut from the start..” The longer that Shiori honed in on her plight, the more cutting its consequences became for her. Sweaty and hormonal, both her profile and her shirt-drawn breasts quickly acquired a blanket of perspiration that turned her ‘made up’ appearance into something even more whorish. Per the ‘demands’ of her elongated cuntstrokes, the volume of syrup inundating her cunt increased incrementally, and with it the perverse noise that was fucked from her depths in time with its displacement. While perfectly content to endure these things, the fact remained that her ministrations amounted to burning a candle at both of its ends. Fortunately for her, a party invested in both her well-being and the success of her ministrations persisted directly beneath her. In keeping with the norm, Rafael required time to out himself as such. In the wake of his teasing Shiori into a proper effort, the combined sensations and visuals attached to his position became too much for even him to ignore. At his first attempt at ‘concentrating’ his eyes fell on the sweat-dewed (and sex-greased) fat of Shiori’s asscheeks and its oscillation between fat-spreading impressions against his crotch and healthy wobbles away from it. Upon acclimating to this and the disquieting injections of semen they pressed into the root of his length, the acceleration of Shiori’s bounce alongside the voracious scrubbing of her depths along his length actually forced his skull backwards in a state of tooth grit debilitation. Then came the noise. Gifted with a particularly keen ear where Shiori’s voice was concerned, the huffing and puffing required by her ministrations initially fed into his libido in a way that satisfied when. When the gulping noises of her gunt became more sodden and the splattering of her assfat against his crotch wetter and more feverish, his mind was naturally plunged back to the ‘events’ wherein he had impregnated her. Within minutes of attending to it, his desires were consumed by the idea of pointlessly spewing yet another load of semen into her seeded depths as an expression of the simple fact that he could. Were it not for the changes that Shiori introduced into her bouncing metronome and the meaning that they carried, he may well have done precisely this. Instead, her adjustments combined with the cloying congestion of another load of semen at the root of his length to inspire him into a different approach. Wordlessly, Rafael pushed his left hand forward just far enough for the tips of his fingers to find the narrow width of Shiori’s left wrist. Content to rob her of the only support she had for her upper body, he popped her palm off of her kneecap and angled her hand as far backwards as her wrist would facilitate comfortably. Practiced even in this, he found the spaces between her fingers with his own only moments later. Squeezing his hand in against her own after the fact, he turned what should have been a simple gesture of affection into an expression of affirmation that proceedings should have denied him access to. In the wake of its production, he compensated for it with aggression. Beginning with a hip-focused upward thrust of his crotch that halted one of Shiori’s hilts dead in his tracks, he waited for her to resume her initial metronome before moving into a pattern of reciprocation all his own. More accurately, he began driving the pace of their coupling for the first time in minutes. Popping his crotch upwards to sharpen the depression of his glans against her cervix each time Shiori swallowed his length between her cheeks, he made the compression of her rear against his pubes tighter, and exacerbated the pair’s ‘link’ to one another for an all-important instant. Whereas the stinging hilts that he produced might’ve inspired another woman into submission, these blows inspired Shiori to compete. Suddenly ignorant to the concerns she had harbored about her perversion, the sensation of cock veins squirming against her pudgy inner walls whilst her inners squirted and drooled against them demanded that she meet and occasionally exceed her husband’s base for her own sake. What occurred in the wake of this was very much like what usually did. Never one for holding himself back where satiation with Shiori’s body was concerned, Rafael played his part in reciprocating the guttural impacts of her rear whilst allowing grotesque amounts of semen to well up at the root of his length. In doing so, Shiori’s consistency became more effective, and telltale signs of his impending release began throbbing, squirming, and quite literally drooling their way from his erection. Before this could bottom out into more of the same, something unusual occurred. Seconds removed from an explosion of fluid through his length whose volume could have rendered Shiori deaf, Rafael spoke out at a volume just slightly louder than their clattering intercourse. It was not the volume of his utterances that mattered in this case– Only the words that he pushed out to Shiori’s ears. “You know, as good as the stuff we did before is, this is better–you’re better now, Shiori.” In a single utterance, Rafael created an anomaly that shifted the entire direction of his release. Seconds on from it, he sharpened his thrusts until his hips delivered his crotch into one final, sweat-buffered impression up against Shiori’s rear. An audible expulsion of semen into her depths followed in short order, as did a stint of trembling and groaning for Shiori as her innards were spread by a novel combination of cockflesh and semen. Amidst all of this, however, Shiori did not stifle herself. In stark contrast to the techniques she had honed in this exact position, she allowed herself all of the squeaky groaning and cooing she desired, and ‘reciprocated’ the splatter of congealed semen against her innards with swirling nuzzles of her rear against Rafael’s crotch. Before long, her debilitation by the warming of her folds by semen and the substance’s inevitable displacement from the mouth of her womanhood loosened her tongue. This time, though, the slackening it acquired coincided with a tightening of her fingers against Rafael’s. “...A-Arigatouu. Hazukaszhii kedo, d-doukan shimasushuu ♥.T-Thanksh, I guesshh. It’sh embarrassin’ but…” “I feel the same way ♥.” In a voice slurred by the lingered pulse of an orgasm within her depths, Shiori began her first utterance in a manner both heartfelt and cockdrunk. Fittingly, though, genuine affection was all that remained when at last she finished with it. Once finished with the first, she moved onto a second meant to outdo its predecessor. Privy to the fact that her first words were spoken out at the bedroom space ahead of her, she motioned to continue speaking via a simple backwards slant of her neck. Finally, when her slanted gaze found Rafael’s, she spoke what was in her heart without reservation. “A-As long as we’re speaking our minds, though…” “Happy anniversary, anata. A-And…” “I’m looking forward to next year ♥.”
Title: ギャル助ける Save a Gyaru, Clog Her Holes With Semen Forever Chapter title: Gyaru-Milfs-and-Biological-Processes Story Description: A former gyaru turned housewife approaches life without drugs and prostitution after 3-years of rehabilitation. Sullen and combative by nature, the comfort she enjoys in her new life renders her fearful of change. In hopes of avoiding it, she throws herself into what she knows best: fucking disgusting loads of semen out of her benefactor and snorting his cum into her skull with a frown on her face. She also does housewife related things, but don't let her catch you saying that. OriginalNSx♂♀ Story Content: This was posted over a month ago to my subscribers on SubscribeStar. Consider pledging for early access to content, commission discounts, and other benefits. - For all of their efficiency, the ‘mental blockers’ that Shiori relied upon in maintaining control of her mind and body were far from the infallible defense mechanism that she perceived them to be. Bluntly, her capacity for rejecting things that her heart wished to embrace, namely affection, impregnation, and the acceptance doled out by her husband, was a defense mechanism—one rooted in reasonable fears for the future and a general mistrust of those around her. In change was uncertainty. Having only recently attained ‘comfort’ in living alongside Rafael, allowing anything about the ‘state’ of their relationship to change (namely the introduction of a child) seemed tantamount to inviting the possibility of ruination into her life. Where this was concerned, his assurances and consistency counted for little. Though the love that she received throughout her daily life sufficed for softening her heart and creating the comforts that she enjoyed, the deep-seated fear that she harbored within her went completely unchanged. But not unchallenged. As Shiori’s fears had influenced her decisions for over a decade, the appearance of a similarly potent impetus was not something that her mind (and the fears within it) stopped to consider. Consequentially, the weeks leading up to the time that she spent with Rafael within a vacant grocery store alley and the weeks that immediately preceded this culminated in the creation of something potent enough to make fear itself cower and recede. The something in question was her fundamental need for reproduction. Long since blessed by femininity that made the average woman seem paltry by comparison (this to the extent that she was able to leverage her flesh as a “career”), the flaring of her reproductive instincts was regarded by her as a sometimes cloying, sometimes ‘useful’ scourge that complicated her work. Mitigated through a slew of medications and her own staunch unwillingness to bear a child whilst addicted to drugs and committed to sexually servicing different men, her underlined need for motherhood was suppressed and forgotten by her as a matter of survival. If insufficient for doing away with Shiori’s fears, Rafael’s consistency spoke loudly and clearly to her instincts. Although Shiori’s outward behavior presented a flat-faced rigidity towards anything unrelated to ‘earning her keep’ within Rafael’s home, her innards took Rafael’s refusal to reject her and the vigorous sexual contact that it enjoyed as a sign that it was safe—that worst come to worst, having a child would improve her life as opposed to ending it in one fell swoop. Situated within the prime of her life, Shiori’s innards swelled the signage that they received into messages that her subconscious was not capable of ignoring. Slowly but surely, her staunch rejection of motherhood and even her place alongside Rafael was melted down into a pouty, all-too-distinct iteration of a state that most coupled women endured on a monthly basis: Ignorant and more content for it, Shiori was consumed by a reproductive haze that sought to subvert her anxiety with motherhood— If not via a single child, then perhaps through many. - 1 MONTH LATER— TAKASAKA RESIDENCE When not occupied by the various domestic tasks that she deemed necessary for maintaining a household, Shiori’s time at home was spent in a manner not unlike the ‘norm’ for a young adult woman. While not without her own hobbies (these progressively restored to her in the years she had spent away from her previous lifestyle), a significant chunk of this time was devoted to watching videos, or simply consuming content through her phone. For her, engagement in the activity followed a loose process. After the completion of some ‘task’ or the creation of downtime for herself, she made her way to the living room, curled her legs underneath herself atop the couch, and finally busied herself with her phone for several minutes whilst the living room television droned quietly in front of her. Then, after several minutes spent precisely like this, pangs of guilt as to her idleness and “adulthood” typically dragged her out of the living room to attend to something else, thus beginning the cycle anew. Presently, a flushed and inexplicably flustered Shiori sat engaged in an ‘outlier’ with regards to her long-established habit. As her time spent atop the couch slid into its 31st minute, she showed no signs of standing upright, and remained inexplicably fixated on the goings-on across her phone screen. As one familiar with her habit might have gathered, her persistence here was no coincidence. By virtue of what she recalled as being several idle taps of her thumb in a row, Shiori’s watch history on a certain video-hosting site had led her down a long, winding rabbit hole of videos loosely related to a handful of subjects. Inexplicably (if only from Shiori’s perspective), all of these subjects pertained to pregnancy. Whether in the form of personal accounts from new mothers on social media websites, educational videos from young women ‘in the know’ with regards to getting pregnant, or those focused on increasingly racy and ravenous displays that a woman might apply to convince her partner to impregnate them, Shiori’s eyes and ears proved willing to consume it all. As if this was not jarring enough, consuming the content selected by her thumbs bolstered her desire for it. In no way unaware of the fact that the subject matter of the videos sat well outside her supposed ‘tastes’, she nevertheless felt compelled to continue tapping through the never-ending chain of ‘suggested videos’ that had been created for her. Wrought from this were the symptoms that made her appearance atop the couch noteworthy. Cheeks warmed to a feverish rosiness and features otherwise tightened by an embarrassment-tinged focus, her profile suggested that what she was watching was far more inappropriate than it was in reality. Her frame suggested much of the same. Seated with her legs folded to her side in a distinctly feminine position, the pressure that she placed on the chub of her groin tempted her upper thighs into a compensatory grind against one another when the contents of the video that she was consuming became intolerable. A needy pulsing that had invaded her groin in recent weeks played a part in this as well, but for the most part, it was her anxiety that pushed her to compensate for it (as per usual). Left alone, Shiori may well have stewed within the predicament she had created for herself until the heat that had invaded her skull caused it to burst. Fortunately, her 35th minute of blushing consumption proved her last. As a video about sexual techniques ended and another about feminine irresistibility began, Shiori was snapped back into reality within a matter of seconds– All of this thanks to her ears taking in a series of utterances that hit just slightly too close to the ‘home’ of her mental state. “ Sou sou! It was exactly that, y’know? At first I didn’t want to get pregnant because I thought that doing it would put a lot of pressure on him, y’know? Even when things feel stable, you never really know what a guy is thinking or dealing with, right?” “That’s just it, though! When you get to the spot in a relationship where you’re thinking about that kind of thing, it basically just means that you’re ready to seal the deal. You have to know when to listen to your body sometimes, and if it’s telling you that this guy is the right one, having a kid is just going to be the first step in making sure that the two of you are together forever.” “...” “...” “Maji? Is that how you guys made it happen? Yada, that’s crazy,” “All I had to do was dig through his doujins and porn or whatever and recreate something out of that. I didn’t even have to do a good job at and he still fucked the living shi–” Before the young woman on her phone screen could finish with the tail end of her sentence, Shiori abruptly rotated her wrist and slammed her phone screen flat onto her upper thigh. Brushing her thumb across the device’s power button as she did so, she subsequently closed her eyes and spoke aloud to herself as if to banish what she had just experienced to the recesses of her mind. Unbeknownst to her, these words actually pushed the subject and its accompaniments even closer to the forefront of her mind. “B-Baka bakashi! W-What the fuck am I even watching this garbage for? I-It’s not that relatable–this piece of shit website will just suggest anything these days...” she huffed to herself, angrily. “ A-All of that garbage is made for 22-year-old OLs with boyfriends from highschool. G-Getting knocked up all of a sudden doesn’t do anything but cause problems for actual adults, a-and in the first fucking place, i-it’d only make a relationship better if… “I-if the people involved really l-loved…” Half on the mark with her deductions and half removed from them, Shiori’s fixation on ‘speaking away’ the discomfort she had created for herself ultimately robbed her of the opportunity to finish with the thought she had started. On the precipice of this, the appearance of a voice from behind her set her thoughts in an entirely different direction. “...If the people involved? What do you mean, Shiori?” speaking through a yawn, a disheveled Rafael fresh from extracting himself out of the upstairs bedroom addressed her at a juncture just slightly too late to contribute to the conversation that she had started with herself. Nevertheless curious as to the source of the mumbles he had heard whilst descending the house’s staircase, the silence he received from the back of her skull led him to push the subject further still. “Oh…” “Were you watching a drama or something? I guess they’re getting pretty in-depth these days.” he continued wearily. “If you want, we could watch an episode together. I just have to eat something fi–” In the midst of his attempt at getting to the bottom of his wife’s state, an abrupt surge from Shiori silenced Rafael in the same manner he had her. Motionless for a split second in the wake of this, a swift turn on her heel presented her sweatsuit-clad front to Rafael, and her usual unaffected profile alongside it. All that remained of the facial expression and posture she had maintained only seconds prior was the feverish moisture of her skin: a quality that even her husband’s trained eye was unlikely to capture whilst drowsy. “I-It’s nothing. I was just watching some stupid video on my phone.” Shiori replied, shakily. “How old do you think I am? Y-Yeah, I’m a hag, but I’m not so dried up and bored that I’d spend the entire morning watching romance dramas.” “A-Anyway, forget it. It’s like noon–breakfast has been sitting out for a couple hours now.” she continued. “Koi. You’re hungry, right? I’ll set everything out in the kitchen, then you can do whatever the fuck it is you planned to do today.” As expected, Rafael did not think twice about Shiori’s deflection. His lidded eyes failed to capture the state of her face, and his ears failed to notice anything wrong with her tone. In the end, he followed her lead out of the living room for his own good and closed his mind to any further thoughts on the subject. However forgiveable, his willingness to accept things as they were robbed him of sights too rare to be missed. Just a step and a half ahead of him on the other side of Shiori’s skull, his wife’s facial features sat in a state so girlish and disheveled that a male eye would not dare look away from them until the expression vanished. More tellingly, her palms sat pressed to either side of her stomach. Made to appear as though she had simply jammed her hands into the pockets of her zip-up sweater, the sight of her from the front would have revealed a distinct application of pleasure just below her navel. Through and through, she had been shaken… The thing underneath her hands, and the psyche that so often stymied it. - SEVERAL HOURS LATER By default, working a job with no set hours in industries that many would describe as illegal committed Rafael to irregularity. On what was supposed to be another one of his fleeting off days spent at home, calls from the ‘organizations’ that he supported demanded that he make a short trip into the city to rectify a few things. Compensation for his time in the form of more time for himself was broached as a ‘payoff’ for his coming in. In spite of this, it was Shiori’s indifference that served as the deciding factor in his setting out for the day. After hearing from her that she did not mind his absence–a familiar tune that she sang in tones that allowed him to sus out her actual opinion–he departed for the day after promising to be back as soon as possible. Unbeknownst to him, his doing so was a godsend for Shiori. In this particular instance, her indifference to her husband’s work hours was born of self-interest as opposed to her obsession with the idea that she did not deserve to complain about anything. Simply, Rafael’s absence provided her with free time to attend to errands. Not household chores or groceries, but a series of tasks that she found herself compelled to complete. The moment he stepped out of the front door of the house, she got started. After a brief phone call, she set out on her own trip to visit her parents home. There, she fielded a number of uncomfortable questions about her life in return for collecting a handful of items that they had prepared for her. Upon returning home, she made full use of these items. Half as references and half as tools, she used them to craft what she regarded as a ‘welcome home’ present for her husband with herself as its centerpiece. Try as she might to think away what she had produced, the truth of the matter was too glaring for anyone other than her to ignore. Takasaka Shiori was not a woman who believed in ‘welcome home’ presents for her husband. Having things prepared for him so that he could not find fault in her time spent at home was one thing, but going above and beyond this and framing her doing so with the ‘lovey-dovey’ affection of a young wife was very unlike her–so much so that the very idea of it might lead those familiar with her to assume that someone (or something) was guiding her behavior. Upon bringing himself face to face with the ‘present’ that Shiori had created after several hours of purposeless organizational labor, something within the back of Rafael’s mind became aware of her impetus immediately: If not outwardly, something within Takasaka Shiori had come to desire him in the same way that he desired here. “O-Oka… “O-Okaerinasai, Rafael. Did e-everything go well with your work? It sounded like it was going to be annoying, b-but you’re home sooner than I expected you to be.” “It’s…okay if i-it didn’t, though…” “W-We can make it better somehow, c-can’t we?” The contents of Shiori’s utterances alone were enough to raise Rafael’s eyebrows. Although spoken in her usual morose tone, everything about them implied a level of interest that she rarely directed towards anything. As coupled with her appearance, the ‘offer’ that these words tabled became utterly irresistible to him. Framed squeezed into what appeared to be a grossly undersized high school uniform and hair clipped and bundled in a shape that further sold her impromptu attempt at reclaiming her youth, Rafael found himself face to face with the image of his wife as she had appeared in the prime of her high school years… Generally speaking, of course. Though her head maintained more than enough pale pink hair for her to tie into a paid of lengthy twin tails–both of which descended from the opposing sides of her head down across her upper back–and her face maintained the majority of the girlish features that it had once championed (if sharpened by her age and flushed by her embarrassment), the uniform that she had retrieved from her parents was woefully ill-suited for her figure in the present. Despite having once been measured to accommodate the bloated plush of her teenage bust, the white uniform blouse that ‘should’ have been tucked underneath the waistline of her skirt sat engorged with latte-brown breast meat to the extent that a plate-wide platter of puffy cleavage could be seen protruding from Shiori’s front. Likewise, the presence of the same once-oversized, latte-tan cardigan that had distracted from her overdeveloped upper body instead accentuated the unbounded sloping at her tits. If one trailed their gaze across Shiori’s frame from the right or left, oblong, breast-wrapped fabric ‘fronted’ by bloated, knob-scale nipples were all that they’d find. Comically, her upper body was not even the most egregious part of her appearance. By virtue of certain aspects of her lifestyle that she sought to mitigate with home exercise and the fertile predisposition that had dominated her 20s, the padding of her midsection with chub and the widening of her hips in preparation for childbirth had rendered her old skirt a very tight fit. In conjunction with the too-short state of her blouse, a squishy wedge of tanned flesh was left uncovered at her midsection, and the upper fringes of her hip curvature along with it. Below this point, the line that Shiori had toed in her youth was cleared by her adulthood. In part thanks to the heavier rounding of her rear, the just-barely passable length of her skirt now exposed the crotch of her strawberry patterned panties and the majority of her thighs’ swell along with it. More than the arousal that he derived from her overall appearance, these facts told Rafael that Shiori intended to go ‘all out.’ In the face of such investment, he was left with no other choice but to meet her presentation in kind. Understandably, though, his best effort at this included the bloom of a condescending grin atop his lips, and the injection of a knowing airiness into his tone. “Funny that you mention that, Shiori-chan. I had been really looking forward to relaxing today; having to go and deal with problems I didn’t even create ended up being pretty tiring.” Rafael replied, calmly. “I’m curious, though. After a day like I’ve had, how would you make things better, exactly? Does it have something to do with how cute you’re dressed, or is that in itself what’s supposed to make me feel better?” “I’m not complaining either way. It’d be rude for an adult to turn their nose up at earnest effort coming from someone younger than them, so whatever it is, I’ll cherish it,” “That’s my responsibility as a customer, right?” The fact that Shiori had been goaded into her current display by her instincts did not numb her to what to expect from them. At the outset of her dressing up, she readied herself to be teased by Rafael, and for her inevitable slippage into the role that she had assumed by dressing up as she had. Nevertheless, she could not forget herself. Although her crotch and groin had begun throbbing with a syrup-glutted need that threatened to begin gliding down across her thighs at any moment, her disposition demanded that she meet Rafael’s suggestion with prickliness– Even if doing so was to her detriment. “Tch, m-mie mie deshou? I-It’s obvious, isn’t it? You’re slow, but t-there’s no way you’re so stupid that you can’t just figure this one out…” she mumbled, puffily. “A-And who’re you talking to like a little girl? I-I’m five years older than you, retard. Don’t think you can start running your mouth just ‘cause I don’t look like I usuall d–” “Hyuu♥!” Mid utterance, Rafael leveraged the vulnerability that Shiori had embraced as a means of control. Stepping forward, he reached behind her with his right hand and mushed the span of his palm into the sweat-moistened bloat of her right buttock. Flipping over much of her skirt in the process, he then impressed his fingers into the panty-choked flesh to the extent that her cheek was made to seem even fatter in comparison. Stage set, he applied himself. “Hm? I have no idea what you’re talking about, Shiori-chan. You’ve been waiting for me since school let out, haven’t you? That’s why you haven’t taken your uniform off yet, right?” he continued. “Come on–tell me what you were going to suggest in a way that I can understand.” “It’ll be easier for both of us that way, won’t it?” Ordinarily, having her assfat groped would have done nothing to Shiori–even if it was done by Rafael. Presently, though, the body that she inhabited was an oven of perspiration and hormones that rendered almost every nerve ending that it contained into fuel for the resin-thick drooling of her cunt and the squirming of her tubing. As such, what should have been a simple touch became a tactile demand that she was completely incapable of ignoring. “Kimoi. Y-You’re so fucking gross. Y-You already know–you just want to hear me say it.” she exhaled. “Not at all. I really have no idea what’s going on, Shiori.” Rafael retorted. “ I’m just trying to relax with you on what was supposed to be my day off. Is that really so bad?” “T-Then…” Swallowing her pride at long last, Shiori fixed her reddened facial features into a scowl and turned her features upwards to reiterate her ‘seriousnesss’. “S-Shut the fuck up and let me milk the stinking jizz out of your dick already…” she muttered, tepidly. “You’re a degenerate, so getting to use my pussy like an onahole w-will make you feel better, probably…” “T-There. That clear enough for you?” As these words left her lips, words ceased to do justice to the arousal and positive affect that erupted within Rafael’s mind. Nevertheless committed to a degree of “in-character” participation from the pouting older woman ahead of him, he turned these emotions into a means of pushing himself. Tightening his grasp and widening his smirk, he gave “Haha, yoku itta, Shiori-chan. Hon mono mesugaki mitai na…” “Spoken like a true bratpussy. I understand completely now, Shiori-chan.” “Let’s see what your insides can do, then…” - SEVERAL MINUTES LATER While not without her periods of sexual weakness (an increasingly common phenomenon tied to her cohabitation with Rafael), Shiori’s natural disposition with regard to intercourse was proactivity. As it had once been her profession, learning the most efficient way to complete her ‘tasks’ and training herself to execute them over and over again unless asked to do otherwise was amongst the most vital skills that she had learned. Ordinarily, Rafael was no exception to this rule. Unless fucked (or aroused) right to the brink of her capacity, servicing him normally was something she could do without much effort. Of late, though, even the more mundane instances of service had become extremely ‘invested’ relative to the norm. In keeping with this, Rafael’s prompt for her to use her insides became a spirited and intimate effort dominated by her own lusts. Instead of drawing the two of them back to their bedroom, Shiori initiated proceedings by shamelessly drawing Rafael onto his back a stone’s throw away from the front door. This done, she peeled the syrup-soaked crotch of her panties away from the arousal-fattened state of her lower lips and hastily drew her suitor’s pants and underwear off of his crotch to expose the sweat-scented mess of pubes and turgid cockflesh that she had come to adore. From this point onward, her work came so naturally that she barely regarded it as exertion. Forgetting the aroused warmth that her cheeks had acquired in recent minutes, she expertly shifted into a position straddling Rafael’s crotch that pushed the soaked fat of her outer lips up against the balmy underside of his shaft. Then, without allowing the sensation to stymie her for more than a few seconds, she pushed herself up into a squat whose height allowed for her to pull her so-adored trunk of cockflesh up to a menacing vertical ‘point’ straight up at the mouth of her womanhood. Here (and not an inch higher), she dropped her squat into a fat-sandwiching seat atop Rafael’s crotch. Save the slither of a shaky moan from her throat and the soaked SPLRSH produced as turgid cockflesh forced the congestion of her inner walls into parting around it, nothing truly significant came of the event. Per usual, the nose of Rafael’s glans was mushed into a snug kiss against the bloated face of her cervix, and the entirety of his cocktrunk was welcomed inside her humid depths at the ‘cost’ of a mild plumping of her midsection and the ignition of a lustful pulse within the core of her brain. For all of the exertion that followed in the wake of this, her body and mind refused to regard it as a genuine expenditure. Spurred on by the sensation of a familiar spire of cockflesh inside her, Shiori turned her seated skewer into one balanced on the tips of her toes. In the midst of this, she dipped her torso forward such that her blouse-wrapped breasts were allowed a partial slope across the middle of Rafael’s chest, and at last leveled her face (as best as possible) with his own. Propped up, she applied her hips and rear as she always did. With an almost scary efficiency, she peeled the constrictive grasp of her lower lips part way up the length of Rafael’s shaft until the inches that she extracted from herself were left to perspire with her squirt. Before this could begin in earnest, she flogged her rear straight back down along the angle she had traveled up to fill herself to the brim again. However, this was not all that she did. In defiance of the sensations attached to dragging cockflesh out of herself and stabbing it back into her as backed by the plush weight of her frame, Shiori found it within herself to produce a ‘completely incidental’ threading her left hand’s fingers in between Rafael’s. Set, she tightened the threading into a clasp of their palms against one and turned her attentions straight back to an accelerated reproduction of the rising and plunging she had produced seconds prior. The energy that she invested in this was almost uncanny. In no time at all, the acclimatory skewer of her cunt that she had started with was replaced by a stingingly potent gutting of her lower lips that filled the mouth of the house with innumerable slurping and clapping noises. Heavy enough to produce vigorous PLORPS on completion whilst at the same time mushing her cervix tightly enough to push languid puffs of stimulation from the back of her throat, the pace that she managed them applied a controlled animalistic appeal to her motions. The difference between Shiori’s current approach and her sullener norm did not go unnoticed by its recipient. Initially unaffected by his direction to the ground and the satisfying depression of lust-fattened cuntflesh around his cock, the contrast between what he was experiencing and the norm pushed Rafael further into the ‘character’ that circumstances demanded he perform as. That it did anything at all to him constituted yet another example of the quality of Shiori’s innards and her mastery over them. For several seconds following the slide of her lower lips’ pudge around the sweat-greased nose of his erection and the mushy impression of swollen inner walls around its nerve endings, Rafael was left incapable of focusing on anything else. Second by second, he dwelled on the draining tightness that surrounded his shaft’s meat and the persistent ooze of heated, abnormally heavy cuntsyrup across his length. Combined, a familiar sensation that simulated an abyss of flesh melting and grinding against his shaft saturated his psyche with bliss that made the handful of work hours that he had suffered entirely worthwhile. Per usual, Shiori’s bouncing enhanced things further. Over time, the sensation of her assfat clapping down against the musculature of his inner thighs and the ever-so-slight pressure placed on his testicles as a result were added to a sprawling list of sensations that accompanied his position. Each grossly over-shadowed by the feeling of squirming cuntflesh being scrubbed up and down the exterior of his shaft (in combination with the suckling applied to his glans by her cervix), looking past the most blatant aspects of his coupling with her would not have accomplished much in practice even if he could be bothered to attempt it. And yet, there was more. Aside from the especially noisy clapping of partly-covered assflesh against his crotch and the groans produced by Shiori’s exertions, her current position threaded an intoxicating sensation through his hand, and regularly puffed another straight down at his face. Met with them, his first and only instinct was to create stimulation for Shiori in kind. “Hooo. Mezurashii naaa. What do we have here? Is your onahole pussy slurping down on my cock more than usual, Shiori-chan?” he suggested, airily. “You’re really salivating on the inside, too. A hormonal brat with a gushing cunt isn’t something I’d have complained about, but if I didn’t know any better, I’d almost want to say that you were enjoying yourself.” “But hey, maybe I’m imagining things. Old losers like me that resort to using prime enjou kousai meat like you are pretty delusional to begin with, but for some reason, I don’t feel like I’m all that off here.” he continued. “So…” More effective at the craft of infuriating the woman atop him than he was at his profession, Rafael’s questions were swiftly ‘enhanced’ by cajoling that committed Shiori to responses– In sequence, he curled his fingers into contraction to tighten the compression of their palms, and abbreviated her spirited bounce along his length with an effortless upwards thrust of his hips. Neither came cheaply. At the juncture that he chose, the noisy slobbering of Shiori’s cunt had already wadded a modest amount of semen at the root of his length. Further, squeezing his glans into an even tighter compression against her cervix forced a spike of stimulation through his glans straight down into the reservoir that contained it. Needless to say, though, his reward for enduring these things was obscene. As they were executed within a second of one another, Shiori was denied any time with which to brace herself or acclimate to them. This left her with coping mechanisms that were far too honest to be misconstrued. “Niiiiuuuhhhh…” bouncing metronome halted in its tracks, Shiori groaned in catharsis until the disarmed constriction of her inner walls calmed enough for her to manage it. On her way up to this point, she shamelessly swirled her hips at the base of her hilt in a blatant attempt at intensifying and prolonging the stimulation that she was enjoying. Purposelessly left in the dark as to the actions of her lower body, she attempted a response straight afterwards. “M-Mukatsku yarou gaaaa. Y-You’re so f-fucking annoyinggg. If I wanted t-this to be a conversation…I-I wouldn’t be dressed up like this.” she muttered, breathily. “Totto to dashite! J-Just shut up and let your dick burst a-already! I know you’re getting off to me looking and acting like this, so c-come on.” “I-I shouldn’t h-have to–” Biding his time until the perfect juncture, Rafael cut Shiori’s complaints short via a firm buck of his hips. If slightly chubbier than the ‘teenager’ that she appeared to be, the combined exertion of his hips and abdominals more than sufficed for digging the tenting of his cock tighter against the pudge of her cervix. Understandably taken aback, Shiori’s jagged-mouthed hiccuping passed the initiative of their conversation straight back to him. “Oya? Have to what, Shiori-chan? Being the cute enjou kousai onahole you are, I’d have thought this would be fun for you…” Rafael exhaled, snidely. “And besides, what does it matter if it’s fun? As your customer, acting cute around me should come before anything else.” “So, let’s try this–if you want something, you’re going to have to ask for it as cutely as you can.” “That should be easy for you, shouldn’t it?” Shiori’s ‘problem’ in the wake of Rafael’s challenge was not its conflict with her nature. For as much as a part of her loathed his treatment, another part of her–this one far more spirited and aroused–perceived it as sonorous music that she ought to dance to. Shortly, her problem was that his offer appealed to her too much. After it, her uterus, and her ovaries collectively vetoed her pouting defiance via a mixture of squirming for the former and genuine contraction for the latter. Wrought from this was the creation of an inexplicably cloying sensation within her feminine core, and a commensurate (and stifling) increase in the volume of cuntsyrup that oozed from the meat of her folds. No amount of stubbornness could spare Shiori from manipulation by these things. All at once, her threaded grasp on Rafael’s hands tightened, and her fat-wobbling bounce along the trunk of his cock renewed with a feral ‘interest’ offered up as recompense for her time spent idle. More from her followed in short order. Features softened such that frustration could no longer be derived from them, Shiori pouted her way through a set of utterances hand-crafted by the yearnings of her innards. “Z-Zenbu…” “Zenbu dashite kudasi!! Shiori no onahoru manko tappuri bunchikonde kudahaii! S-Spew it all o-out, p-please! S-Slam all of your stinking cockjuice into Shiori’s onahole pussy ! C-Cake me full of it!” adopting a tone of voice and a manner of reference more comparable to the most embarrassing portion of her youth, Shiori spoke the thoughts that her innards had generated plainly and clearly. Then, she made the utterances themselves irresistible. “K-Kyou…” “T-Today’sh n-not a safe day, t-though, s-so not inside, though! N-Nakadashi dame–I-I definitely don’t want any of your squirmy, blubbery dickjuice s-squirming around inside me, g-got it!?” In defiance of her own request, Shiori subsequently set about blending up the flesh of her cunt with Rafael’s shaft in a manner that might make the result she had described unavoidable. First and foremost, she turned the pace of her bouncing into a fat-jarring clobber of her rear against his thighs. Specifically, she sharpened the pace and weight of her plunges until the sodden PLAPs that had choked the lobby of the house became a deafening and painfully arousing chain of PLORPPLORPPLORP noises. In return, she subjected herself to further stimulation. Per spike of her rear–a frequent event that saw the sweaty and now mildly pube-smattered face of her buttocks briefly diffused across the span of her suitor’s crotch–the weight of her body subverted the clenching grasp of her inner walls and plugged her full of Rafael’s shaft far more sharply than she was accustomed to. Where these impacts were concerned, the only ‘help’ that she received came from the increased outflow of her lower lips’ slime and the addictive bite that their spread pushed through her midsection. This aside, the grind of phallus veins across the aroused pudge of her inner walls and the increasingly invasive depression of her cervix were felt by her with all of the punishing ‘quality’ that she had become accustomed to. Much of the same came of her ascents. If outwardly unbothered by her repeated extraction of cockflesh through her folds’ embrace, every instance of it that she endured drove her closer and closer to a breaking point. Pulling a log of flesh thicker than her own wrist out of her feminine meat alongside splutters of the lubrication meant to facilitate the process was maddening, as was the sensation of emptiness that briefly followed each instance of it. To make matters worse, every tiny increase in pace that she applied to the event made her feel as though she was tugging herself inside out each and every time she arrived at the peak of one of her bounces. If clearly ‘imagined’ and exaggerated by her arousal, reproducing the sensation over and over again in conjunction with the swelling of her midsection and the perspiration-greased mushing of her rear to Rafael’s crotch took more from her psyche than she had to give. Together, these things marked an onset of squirting uselessness as the only possible conclusion for her efforts. When and how remained up for debate, but for every second she persisted, the ‘writing’ of these things was streaked further and further across the wall of her reality. In spite of this, Shiori could not be bothered to care. More heated than she had been at any point prior, her inundation with stimulation served only to motivate her to seek out more of it. Within seconds of settling into her changed bounce and the nostril-dribbling stimulation that accompanied it, she denied herself the ‘dignified’ groaning that her psyche desired so as to continue playing the ‘part’ she had taken up for herself. Ever the teenager, she turned the downward angling of her front into a genuine compression of her breasts against Rafael’s chest. Features brought dangerously close to his own as a result, she applied her new position to a firm impression of her lips against his own and a modestly aggressive assault on his tongue with her own. At the juncture she had worked herself up to, additional intimacy with Rafael was not ideal for her. Enamored with him via a hand, her mouth, and the fertile innards she had ignored for the majority of her adulthood, the avenues through which she might forestall the inevitable were closed off by her own hand one after another. Although aware of what she was doing, Shiori engaged herself this way all the same– In part for the sake of the baby-starved organs within her, but more so for her own innate desire to acquiesce to them. “Hoshi…” “I want it….so bad. I-I want babyjuice inside my womb so bad. I-I want to feel it squirming against my eggs so bad.” swallowed deeper and deeper into the haze of her desires for every second that passed, thoughts from the core of Shiori’s psyche soon took over the utterances that she often kept to herself. Once started, they refused to stop. “Ninshin shitai. Ninshin shitai ninshin shitaiiiii! I wanna get pregnant with Rafael’s dickjuice ♥!” “I want a baby inside my tummy ♥.” Coincidental to the congruence attained between Shiori’s thoughts and actions was the conference of that which she yearned for. As if somehow aware of when her thoughts shifted, or perhaps when the needy throbbing of her uterus was at its worst, the jarring convulsions that were conducted through Rafael’s shaft gave way to hydraulic pulses too vigorous to be misconstrued. ‘Ideal’ as the timing of it all may have seemed, nothing about it sat outside of the realm of possibility. Made the recipient of a phallus-draining bounce of his wife’s rear and physical displays typically reserved for her most significant moments of weakness, Rafael was provided with every possible reason to give in to its desire for insemination. At the very first urging that he received from the reservoir of sludge at his crotch, he made the most of it. Snapping his left hand up into a wide impression across the meat of Shiori’s left buttock, he pressed downward against its fat with just enough force to raise blood vessels within his forearm. In sequence, he flung his hips and groin up through a thrust and hilted himself back inside Shiori to the tune of a guttural ‘GLORP!’. Together, these things wedged the nose of his glans through an ever-so-slight depression through her cervix, and immediately afterwards triggered the ascent of a urethra-fattening surge of semen up through his length. Grotesque right from the outset of its rise, its scale and density imposed brief instances of localized swelling through his shaft before its contents were forced through a pressurized splatter right through the mouth of Shiori’s cervix. On ejection, its quality was revealed to be even more stunning than usual. Seemingly produced in anticipation of an event precisely like this, what should have been a largely white, dough-plumped resin was made a dingy, slightly-yellowed sludge prone to appearing lumpy when made to rest against itself. Heated to a temperature that just barely facilitated its discharge as a fluid and packed with a far higher sperm count than the norm, its make offered a virility that would have overwhelmed Shiori’s uterus in the off chance that she desired to reject it. Having long since embraced what was coming to her, the caking of this strand’s contents to the peak of her uterus and the sac-contorting discharges that followed instead translated out to crippling influxes of pleasure for her. Before she could finish reeling from the sensation of semen spraying into the fertile pocket at her core, its texture and quality pushed her inner walls into yet another fit of squirting convulsion against Rafael’s cock. Deeply as she desired to squeal out into the open air in recognition of the event, this desire lost out to her attachment to the slobber-buffered kiss she shared with her husband. As such, she compromised. Whilst groaning into Rafael’s mouth and swirling her hips in pursuit of his seed, she thought the words that she wished to utter for no one other than herself. “Babyjuice~!! B-Babyjuice is splurting out inside my womb again–i-it’s gonna make me pregnant. R-Rafael’s dickjuice is going to make me pregnant!” “Motto motto motto. F-Fatten my womb more. Fill my tummy with dickjuice so my ovaries can’t complain!” For the most part, Shiori received precisely what she asked for. Thanks to the contraction of her folds and Rafael’s innate desire to push his orgasm as far as possible, the first surge of seed that his shaft produced was supplanted by discharges only slightly less obscene in quality. Building atop the organ-inundating plaster created at the peak of her womb, the natural shape of her babymaker was filled from its peak downwards within a trio of these bursts. From this point onward, every blubbery ejection of nut from his cocktip was made into a gut-warming injection of ‘filler’ into a dumpy reservoir. If without the cloying ‘variance’ to be expected of uncontrolled splatters of heavy seed within an empty sac, the speed at which her depths were inundated and the voracious gurgling noises produced throughout left Shiori wanting for nothing in the way of stimulation. With the amount of satisfaction she accrued came confidence. As the progressive fattening of her uterus with lumpy slop maintained a consistent potency, Shiori was dissuaded from changing anything about her enjoyment of it. As a result, she maintained the swirling jumpiness of her hips and groin until the pudge at her midsection acquired a softball’s worth of extra distension. Beyond this point, her innards slipped a half step behind her greed. Now utterly domesticated by Rafael’s shaft, Shiori’s womb fought to contain every drop of seed his balls had to offer. In doing so, though, her cervix gulped expulsions of the substance into her womb before it was entirely prepared to swallow it. A slew of backdrafts followed in short order. Displaced by the volume of semen within her womb, massive surges of battered semen were forced out around Rafael’s shaft straight through to smothered splutters from out of her lower lips. Equally stymied by the sandwiched compression of her rear against his crotch, what began as sluggish spurts of excess seed across Rafael’s crotch quickly became a floor-gunking build-up of seed between his legs, and soon enough, up against the underside of Shiori’s asscheeks. Typically liable to complain about her husband’s greed and perversion in such cases, Shiori regarded these noisy discharges in much the same manner she had everything else. Rather than do anything to mitigate the spillage of semen out from her cunt, she continued to do exactly what she was doing even as a semi-solid ‘barrier’ of reproductive fluid was wadded up between her assflesh and her husband’s crotch. In the end, the task of ‘doing something’ about the situation fell to Rafael. Understandably indifferent right up until the strength of his orgasm began to ebb off into its final few dollops, the slow fade of his orgasmic haze refocused his gaze on the lust-constricted facial features directly ahead of his own. At the sight of them, he recalled his position. In stark contrast to the norm, a shuddering and uncannily sex-focused Shiori sat atop his lap in a state that begged to be intensified. Better still, her mindset appeared utterly fixated on something that she usually feigned indifference towards: sexual satiation. These things and the words that had come out of her mouth spoke to Rafael on a level that only his libido could actually hear. Fortunately, its understanding constituted understanding for the only parts of his mind that still mattered. “....” “Hyuuuh. Talk about getting what you paid for. That has to be the fattest load I’ve blown in a while, Shiori-chan–brat pussy really is getting crazy these days…” exhaling airily, Rafael spewed exaggerated praise through his lips in an attempt at creating subterfuge for movements from his hands. As soon as his palms found the fringes of Shiori’s hips, he repeated this process to painstaking effect. “I’m pretty much done, though, so here, let me help you up. No need for you to spoil me or anything for something like this.” Taking advantage of Shiori’s delirium, Rafael rudely peeled her cockspread lower lips upwards along his member until the suction applied by her jizz-packed innards produced a semen-slogged SCLORP~! against the tip of his length. Ignorant to the fact that he had left a meaty wadding of precum blocking the mouth of his urethra (and for that matter, oozing from the obscene gape of Shiori’s cunt), he subsequently dumped her crotch just slightly below the underside of his shaft. Much to his surprise, the displeasure that streamed from Shiori’s lips in response to his actions matched the ‘norm’ for her more closely than any of the behavior that had preceded it. After gritting her teeth to suppress a needy groan and crossing her eyes in a display of over-stimulated delirium, she regained enough of herself to pull up from her slump across his front (if only partly). Per usual, she paid no attention to the grossly cum-basted state of her innards, nor the glowing and sex-mussed state of her profile. Instead, she prioritized the matter at hand: The quality of the surprise that she had prepared, and to a certain extent, the necessity of its continuation. “Huuu…hahhhh…” “F-Fuzakenna! Motto…m-motto yaritai, deshou? F-Fuck off, there’s no way you got off from just that. T-There’s no need for you to insult me t-trying to be modest. If I gave a shit about that, I-I wouldn’t…look like this.” “W-What’s it matter at this point, anyway. I-If I’m d-doing it for you, it’s not even…” “I-It’s not the worst thing♥♥♥!” Why Shiori continued to cling to pretense was a matter of comfort. Although several years removed from the emotional vulnerability of her former profession (and now completely invested in satisfying her reproductive desires), framing the matter as a provision for Rafael simply made it that much easier for her to get through it. Tragically, selling things this way was no longer possible for her. Having already goaded a degree of honesty from her minutes prior, Rafael rejected her suggestion with a smiling ascent of his torso, and a displacement of Shiori’s rear atop the puddle of excess semen created between his legs. Both of these things required a brief tightening of his grasp on her hips–a region so sorely over-sensitive that Shiori dared not speak through their manhandling. “Ha, it’s ok. I don’t want you to have to force yourself.” Rafael replied, grinning. “As much as you like to downplay it, you do more than enough around here as it is. The last thing I’d want is for you to feel like you’re obligated to exhaust yourself with things like this too.” “Besides, it’s not like I can’t get carried away when I…” In what could only be described as an educated guess, Rafael closed his eyes partway through his utterance in an attempt at creating normalcy. In this split second, Shiori’s desire for comfort lost out to her desire for insemination. Surging inward without regard for her dignity, she shamelessly pushed the face of her cleavage up against the underside of Rafael’s cocktrunk until her lips were leveled with the organ’s tip. Briefly crossing her eyes in fixation at the bulbous wad of semen clogged there, she hastily parted her lips to pop the nose of the organ into the confines of her mouth. This done, she descended. Catching Rafael’s voice within her throat in the process, she seamlessly engulfed inch after inch of freshly sex-soaked cockflesh into her esophagus whilst at the same time swallowing against the organ tightly enough to pull dollops of precum up through his urethra as she descended. On arrival at the soaked face of her crotch, she hastily bounced her skewered gullet in and out of contact with the root of his shaft such that her lips and cheeks acquired a slovenly matting with pubes and semen. All of these things were done in service of gulping the dregs of his orgasm down her throat. Once finished with the task–or as much so as possible–she abandoned the effort in favor of her actual aim. The moment the suction-backed PLORP of her lips signaled their slippage off the tip of his glans, she applied the pube-edged pillows to speech whilst sliding backward in what appeared to be the start of a retreat. “Mou ii. Fine, shut up. I-It’s only this once, s-so if I have to, I’ll say it.” she started, voice impressively clear for the length of cock she had taken down her throat. “I-I don’t care if you feel like you’re finished–today it doesn’t really matter. The point is, we’re not stopping.” “I’m not going to let you.” Illustration for Shiori’s meaning came as the sweat-moistened stretch of her back was laid out across the floor space behind her. Set, she pulled the chub-weighted mass of her torso upwards until only her lower back remained atop the ground, and finally curled both of her hands in towards her crotch. The moment the fringes of her fingers found the bloated edges of her cunt, she hooked them inward. Using the index and middle fingers of both of her hands, she invaded the edges of her cratered folds and spread them further such that the state of her womanhood was set on full display for her suitor. Somehow, she managed all of this with a straight face. Neither the gloopy spillage of extra semen from her cunt nor the accentuation of the chub at her groin and stomach succeeded in breaking the sullen indifference plastered her profile. Soon enough, though, this honor fell to the words that she had prepared for the occasion. “S-Shi–” “Shiori no manko ninshin sasete. Shikyuu ga a-aka-chan ga hoshi kara…” “Make Shiori’s pussy pregnant ♥. H-Her tummy really really wants a baby ♥.” Despite having hoped for a degree of honesty from Shiori, the amount of it that Rafael actually received exceeded the expectations set by his psyche and libido. Disarmed mentally and motivated physically, the desires of his frame consumed him. Reeled up to a half-squat, he closed the distance that Shiori had created between them and lowered himself further until the renewed scale of his erection was leveled with the cum-glutted mouth of her cunt. Here, his instincts did his work for him yet again. Wordlessly, he hooked his crotch downward and inward to sink the beginnings of his cock back into her depths whilst at the same time lowering his pectorals down into a sweat-greased compression against her tits. Then, as though this were not enough, he allowed a fraction of his upper body’s weight to sit at his groin until his glans’ impression against her cervix was pushed to a new peak in sickening depth. Despite starting and finishing within seconds, this single stroke dwarfed all of its predecessors in terms of consequence. Stuffed with cockflesh after an instance of admission she did not believe herself to be capable of, Shiori’s ‘collapsed’ in every sense of the word possible. Outwardly, her desire for insemination became completely apparent. Whilst her eyes were pushed into a state just short of crossed euphoria, her legs jumped upwards to lock their ankles at the base of Rafael’s spine. Internally, her insemination became inevitable. At the exact second her suitor’s shaft ceased its drive inside her, the temperature and activity of her reproductive organs fulfilled their purpose. Now cajoled on several fronts, the ovum wedged within her feminine tubing was pushed straight to its ‘demise’. Plush and buoyant, contractions through the same tubing that it had become locked within squeezed its mass into a tumble into the near semi-solid sea of molten cockjuice packaged within her womb. Inside it, mere seconds sufficed for Shiori’s insemination. Prodded and poked on all sides by tadpoles fattened to ensure insemination, the creation of rebounding craters all about its surface area (these wrought from nuzzling of the largest sperm cells surrounding it) eventually gave way to a sound penetration of its exterior by a tadpole too fat to be denied. The accomplishment of her biological purpose did not go unrewarded. In stark contrast to the average woman, the invasion of Shiori’s ovum with genetic material funneled a chain reaction of signals through her uterus, cunt, and finally the length of her spine. These signals constituted pleasure. In the same time that one might snap their fingers or blink an eye, orgasmic stimulation was snapped through her innards to the extent that her folds could not help but huddle in against Rafael’s shaft and squirt against them for dear life. On some level aware of the ‘source’ of this orgasm, Shiori’s drunken state regarded the event as it deserved to be. In sequence, her lips were flared outwards into a strained ‘o’ shape, and her eyes completed their cross in towards one another as an attempt at ‘coping’ with the bliss that appeared within her. Long past her need for maintaining appearances, the first twinge that suggested she seek out more catharsis for herself saw her attention turned towards indulgence– At a position that could not be misconstrued, she produced her most whorish squeal yet. “Nnnuiiiguuuhhh. Rafael no aka-chan dehiteruuuu ♥. I-I’m cummin’ ♥. I’m c-cummin’ from gettin’ impregnated with Rafael’s baby ♥♥!” as honest as ever, Shiori screamed these words at a volume that threatened to alert their most immediate neighbors to the occurrence of “something” at the mouth of the house. Understandably taken aback, Shiori followed up these utterances with a number of needy groans wrought from the reverberation of her insemination’s pleasure through her core. Despite initially seeming set for several seconds of prolonged outflow, the persistence of a male atop her front and a pulsing shaft within her cunt kept their outflow short-lived. In accordance with his ‘role’ in proceedings, a single thrust of Rafael’s hips and a timely discharge of excess semen through the nose of his length led Shiori to terminate her howling with a brief (and distinctly adorable) hiccup. Following its release, Rafael took it upon himself to ‘refocus’ her vocal cords all on his own. “...Sounds like we’ve got your request out of the way now. As far as I know, anyway…” he exhaled, teasingly. “Then again, why risk it? We’re both here, so we can just keep going until you’re sure.” “In return, though, let’s hear you ask for it again. Same voice, same face; everything.” “Sound fair?” Face freshly plastered with sweat and features made whorish by the idle descent of mucus from her nostrils, the outward appearance that Shiori maintained when her ears caught these words did not appear conducive for speech. In spite of this, she found her voice in record time. “A-Again…” “Breed Shiori-chan’s p-pussy again, pwease...♥” Incited by the breathy request she produced were events familiar and unnecessary. The same length of cockflesh responsible for plumping Shiori’s womb with semen began stroking the congestion of her vaginal canal again such that languid splatters of excess semen were plunged out of its edges. The semen-plumped midsection that housed the beginnings of a life was made to slosh in response to the motion of Rafael’s shaft, and the clamoring of her vaginal canal began anew. To those enamored with these activities, though, this familiarity was just as well. The replication of these events reiterated their feelings towards one another, and among other things, the congruence that they shared. More than anything, though, it constituted a searchlight. Years later, when next one of the two looked back at the contents of their lives, the tireless repetition of their coupling promised to adorn the memory of it with a luster whose brilliance mandated a single description: As the most memorable point in time within their lives.
Title: ギャル助ける Save a Gyaru, Clog Her Holes With Semen Forever Chapter title: Sweaty-Pouty-Milf-Efficiency Story Description: A former gyaru turned housewife approaches life without drugs and prostitution after 3-years of rehabilitation. Sullen and combative by nature, the comfort she enjoys in her new life renders her fearful of change. In hopes of avoiding it, she throws herself into what she knows best: fucking disgusting loads of semen out of her benefactor and snorting his cum into her skull with a frown on her face. She also does housewife related things, but don't let her catch you saying that. OriginalNSx♂♀ Story Content: “マジ？また来たの？ Jeez, you’re here again? Are you fucking addicted or something?” “Never mind—we both know the answer to that. Just give me a second to finish up with something and we can do whatever you want.” “What am I doing? It’s nothing gross; if I were with someone, I wouldn’t have opened the door. I just don’t think you need to see it, so can you do me a favor and mind your own fucking business?” “Relax. It’s not going to stop you from getting your money’s worth, and it has nothing to do with you to begin with. You’re not my brother or my owner or something—you’re just another guy who has gotten it into his head that I’m a service worth paying for.” “...” “ンで？麻酔を使ているならどうする？ I'm not the first girl who started shooting up because of this stupid fucking job and I’m not going to be the last. If you keep pretending like you actually give a shit, we’re done. Unlike you, it’s not that hard for me to find someone else who wants to fuck.” “...” “Hey! D-Don’t touch me! Let go of my wrist or I’m gonna scream! You can’t just drag me out of my own fucking house!” “ちょ－ちょっと! 離して！Let go! I said LET GO! I’m going to start hitting you if you don’t cut this shit out!” “Just leave me alone! No one gives a shit about me, so you shouldn’t either. This is my life! I made these choices and I’m living with them! I’ve never complained, and I’ve never begged for anything, so FUCK YOU!” “Where do you get off even trying something like this, anyway? Using me so often doesn’t give you the right to start acting like we suddenly have the same problems!” “WE DON’T! I push DRUGS into my arm so that I can keep doing my job! Do you do that? NO, YOU DON’T!” “You don’t understand and I don’t want you to understand! So LET GO OF MY HAND!” “DO IT OR I’LL HATE YOU! I’LL TAKE AWAY WHATEVER STUPID SHIT IS MAKING YOU FEEL LIKE YOU HAVE TO DO THIS! “I HATE YOU!!!!!” - 3 YEARS LATER: THE TAKASAKA RESIDENCE—EARLY AFTERNOON Moments shy of dozing off into a late morning nap, a daydream entertained by Takasaki Shiori roused her from her slump against the couch cushioning behind her and manipulated her eyes into a fit of fluttered blinking. Sight restored alongside her wakefulness, the return of her faculties coaxed her into a sluggish rise from off of the couch, and later urged her to draw her arms above her head and stretch out her cobwebbed musculature as best she could. Whereas she completed the former activity in silence, the latter proved refreshing enough to draw mumbles of relief out from her lips as she worked. “Falling asleep after going to all that trouble in the kitchen would’ve sucked.” she exhaled, annoyance and indifference gilding her tone. “I have too much to worry about today to even consider sleeping before I finish with more of it. Plus, falling asleep after doing my hair and stuff would make me look like shit…” Once satisfied with the looseness that she earned for her efforts, Shiori succumbed to habit. After dropping her arms, she fished her smartphone from out of her shorts’ skintight pocket, then applied its frontal camera and her right hand to a brief fit of pruning for her hair. Behind it, she set off into a practiced stride out of the left side of the living room towards the front door of the house. As she walked, the disinterested flatness that had sat atop her features since her awakening was furrowed by an expression bent between frustration and indifference. Not long after its appearance, the thoughts responsible for it escaped her throat in the form of speech. “...Of all the shit to dream about, of course I picked that. I don’t mind dwelling on garbage that happened years ago, but couldn’t it at least have been about how much cuter I was back then or something?” she thought aloud. “No one told me getting old would suck so bad. Not that I’m that old I guess, but still..." Though the contents of her utterances and the facial expression that she wore as she spoke suggested a bitter discontentment with her circumstance, what Shiori actually felt as she spoke was akin to an airy nostalgia. Per her learnt aversion to girlish positivity, its warming of her chest prompted her to dismiss it in favor of yet more sullen neutrality. Her success at this was modest at best. Upon arrival at her front door, the slightest arc of a smirk could be seen peeking out at the right corner of her mouth. Ignorant to its presence, she unlocked the entrance way, and peeled it open just far enough for her to slip out into the blinding sunlight and temperate warmth of the outside world. Two priorities motivated her departure: the morning paper needed to be brought in, and her body needed a second wakeup call. Catching sight of a familiar bundle of string-drawn paper atop the same flat gate pedestal that it was always set at, her first few steps outside of her home convinced her that she’d have her day restarted in no time. Strictly speaking, the conviction that she felt was valid. As soon as she took up the paper left for her household, all of the wakefulness she had lost from her daydream was returned to her in a matter of seconds. How, however, defied her expectations, and plunged her into an interaction she’d have much rather avoided. “Ara, Shiori! Good afternoon!” a voice exhaled. “まああ, you look so pretty today—you’re even smiling, too!” “Are you having fun with Rafael-san so far today? I suppose you must be with how late you are getting the paper, buuuuut I don’t want to be nosier than I have been already.” “It’s a-ok if you just ignore me—I’m just happy to see you ♥.” Addressed by a familiar voice, Shiori instinctively turned her head towards the doorstep directly adjacent to her own. There, a young woman equipped with an apron and sunhat designed for garden work stood in wait for her attention, and responded to it with a widening of the modest smile spread across her lips. This woman was none other than Asahina Kanako. Two years Shiori’s senior at 30 years-of-age, her appearance and demeanor fit the definition of a ‘stay at home’ housewife to a T. While modest in both dress and behavior, her wistful air-headedness allowed her to address her neighbor naturally in spite of the innumerable differences that separated them. No part of this address was exaggerated, either. So far as Kanako was concerned, defining her younger neighbor’s appearance as anything other than pretty was not only disrespectful, but inaccurate. In ownership of a bright, milk-chocolate skin complexion dutifully maintained via tanning and a modestly-cut head of soft pink hair too natural in coloration to be dyed, her foremost features were eye-catching by definition. These complimented by jet-black eyelashes accentuated to an attractive fullness that sharpened the corners of her eyes, aquamarine irises imbued with sultry appeal, and pink-glossed lips naturally plumped to a becoming fullness, most—even those familiar with the archetype that she fell were liable to regard her as alluringly unique relative to her peers. What appeal she maintained did not end at her surface features. At her chest, mammoth-plump G-Cup breasts sloped out and away from her chest at a height that presented her as a woman in the prime of her youth. Scale visually ‘measured’ by her taller-than-average frame, the puffiness of both of the covered orbs and the tasteful gloss of the flesh that enveloped them rendered them as mouth-watering nevertheless. Impressively, neither mound required complete exposure to achieve this effect. In spite of the warmer than average weather, a cream-colored cleavage sweater whose upper hem began just above the pale pink expanse of her areola appeared to be the only clothing that Shiori was wearing. As such, whereas obscene amounts of the obese teardrop-sacs’ cleavage sat exposed to the open air, one could not describe these amounts as indecent. The effect that the wobbly pillows earned—this being something akin to a dance atop the fine line between perversion and feminine appeal—was one that the rest of her frame leveraged as well. While obscured to a point by the excess fabric of her sweater, the matronly-chub that Shiori had earned from her years at home could be seen mushed up against its front just slightly. Were an onlooker's eyes to catch this, ‘pleasantly chubby’ was the phrase most likely to be used to describe it. Assuming that they didn’t, their eyes were much more likely to focus on the obtuse width of her hips and the impression of their flared fringes against the edges of her sweater. Understandably, no such ambiguity was induced across her buttocks or thighs. Whereas only the top 40% of her fattened, toneless rear was ‘covered’ by her sweater’s hem—this being the same amount of latte-brown buttocks-meat that her shorts covered, this in turn simulating a ‘pantless’ appearance for her lower body—almost the full length of her thighs and all of the blemish-less meat that comprised them were left exposed to the naked eye. Fairly stated, more coverage would not have made the smooth trunks any less tantalizing. Both a fraction or so off the width of her torso and loaded with fatty flesh whose consistency was perfect for swallowing palms whole, one could argue that any garment set atop them was likely to have contributed to their appeal regardless. Kanako felt similarly. Had Shiori walked outside wearing anything else, she felt as though the make of her lower body would have prompted her to regard her thighs and buttocks as appealing all the same. The same was true regarding the rest of her figure. Gyaru or not, Shiori was pretty—of this much, she was certain. Per this certainty, the greeting that she passed towards Shiori carried a volume of conviction too heavy for its recipient to shake off. Painfully unused to her older neighbor’s candor even after years of enduring it, Shiori took to silence in the face of Kanako’s greeting. Though her posture had already shifted towards the older woman by way of habit, making use of it (to engage her in conversation, for example) was the furthest thing from her mind. Stunning looks and placid sullenness aside, Takasaka Shiori was not a woman especially well-versed with natural social interactions. Consequently, the passage of time saw her deal with her situation in the only manner that she knew how to. In sequence, she feigned discontentment and excused herself. “Yeah, good morning, whatever. R-Rafael is at home, but we both just forgot that the paper was sitting here. I-It’s nothing, like, weird or anything.” she exhaled. “T-Today’s kind of busy for me, so I can’t stay and chat, so...” “じゃ。” Uninterested in how Kanako might react to her words, Shiori whirled around on her heels and pushed herself through an oddly sharp retreat back to the front of her home as soon as she finished speaking. Counting every step until she brought herself close enough to it to slip back inside, she refrained from even the slightest glance over her shoulder until the light and warmth of the outside warmth disappeared. Depicted in her retreat was one of very few ‘difficulties’ wrought from the pleasant simplicity of her life. Try as she might to acclimate to it, Takasaka Shiori feared the contents of her new reality more so than any of the circumstances that had preceded it— Even those that had threatened to cut her life short. - TAKASAKA RESIDENCE—MASTER BEDROOM Some time after retrieving the mail and newspaper from the front of the house, Shiori scuttled back into the silent confines of her home. In her perturbation, she discarded the items she had set out to retrieve within the lobby on her way through a one-track ascent up to the house’s second floor. As she went, she incrementally peeled articles of clothing from her frame. That which motivated her return to the second floor of the house necessitated that she do so, but the haste that she invested into the task was a personal choice made to deny herself the time to dwell on her latest experience with Kanako. By throwing herself into the task, she intended to refocus herself on things that ‘mattered’—namely her remaining tasks for the morning and early afternoon. However, even after returning to her shared bedroom and hurriedly initiating the next task on her list, forgetting the experience proved beyond her. Nearly an hour later—this hour contributing to the creation of an arousing haze of sex-scented humidity within the bedroom itself—Shiori squat just as fixated on her conversation as she had when she walked through her front door. The only real difference between these states was one of nuance: Whereas the Shiori of then had dealt with her feelings via distraction, the Shiori of the present did so with speech. “Then, she just had to point out that I was late getting the paper—as if people don’t just forget things sometimes. She was doing that smile that she always does, too. The one that makes it impossible to see her as anything other than nice.” PLAPP—PLORP—PLAPP—PLORP “And, I m-mean, there’s nothing wrong with her making conversation. I get that’s what normal people do, and it doesn’t m-make me uncomfortable. What annoys me is that she makes it seem like she’s entitled to it every time we see each other.” “T-That’s, like, not right at all, right? I’ve never once been anything more than a neighbor to her, so why does she even fucking care, you know?” PLORPP—PLORP—PLAPP—PLORP “ね、聞いてる？Are you listening? Actually, never mind. None of this matters, so I don’t know why I’m wasting time trying to explain it.” “Here, let me just finish. That way, you can stop being such a lazy piece of shit and actually start doing something with your day.” In the midst of a squatted flogging of her sweat-dewed buttocks along a 13-inch spire of vascular, more-softly-shaded cockflesh that her insides had only recently acquired the ability to ‘manage’, Shiori eventually silenced herself so as to prioritize her completion of the act’s purpose. Granted insight into her suitor’s condition by marked increases in the throbbing of his shaft’s blood vessels and their congested, slug-like overlapping with the thumb-thick girth of his urethra, ignoring the responsibility she had taken up—much less for the purpose of what she believed to be purposeless whining—struck her as something as much to her detriment as it was to her partner’s. In the wake of this realization, she redoubled her efforts. After tightening her palms’ impression against her kneecaps, she turned the voracious pump-fucking orchestrated between her hips, thighs, and buttocks into a much more biased, masturbatory effort. In the blink of an eye, she transitioned from pummeling her innards with half the length of his cock up to a startling 2/3rds of its scale, and complimented each buttock-plumping hilt of her cunt against his crotch with a curved, left-side swirl that ground the sex-greased bloat of his erection against the obedient congestion of her canal’s right-side. Then, as if these themselves did not represent an orgasm-inducing up-tick in her approach, she accelerated the pace of her bouncing such that the sweaty clopping and plapping of her assfat back against the syrup-soaked expanse of her suitor’s crotch acquired a volume capable of driving concentrated satisfaction into one’s brain for each second that they endured it. In the midst of these things, Shiori remained fixated on her goal. Despite the flushing of her cheeks’ complexion with a peach-colored redness and the drenching of her skin with lust-wrought perspiration, her visage throughout these efforts was a picture of detachment. Eyes closed and lips flat against one another, the sight of it almost suggested that she wasn’t ‘invested’ in the sex that she was having to begin with. Of course, she was. Since her listlessly foul-mouthed coaxing of her partner into a seated position at the foot of their bed and her seating herself along his cock such that its unruly, sweat-smeared bulk drove the congested bloat of her inner walls apart right down to her cervix, this fact was made painfully apparent. The planting of her feet atop the floor past the lip of the mattress and the forward dip of her torso that followed served only to accentuate this—to give context for the act and to create expectations for its execution. Per these, one would be led to assume that Shiori did not want any ‘help’ with using her feminine meat for her partner’s sake. Upon exposure to the chained bounces of her sweat-peppered buttocks flesh along a gut-wrenching fraction of her suitor’s cock and the obscene manipulations that she produced with her lower body, this assumption would be extended into one that also saddled her with a ridiculous amount of sexual prowess. Then, once granted the sight of her squishing a phallus nearly as thick as a loaf of submarine bread into and out from her lower lips—this without producing any of the moans or squeals thought as natural consequences for the act—the assumption itself would be made to feel natural. Shortly, any third party allowed to observe Shiori as she skewered herself with cockmeat was likely to discern why she was engaging in the act, and how it was she managed it with such ease. Needless to say, this information would not grant such a third party license to predict what would come of the pair’s musk-saturated coupling. In the moment, this privilege belonged to Shiori and Shiori alone. “...むーむかつく。毎度毎度マイペースな行動するばかり。。。 Stop dragging this out. You know how much you want to pump your dicksludge into my cunt. Just do it so we can move on already.” Shiori grumbled to herself. “There’s a reason I’m grinding my cunt down against you on top of everything else. The more stubborn you are is the fatter the load I’m going to make you shoot—that’s how it always is, so there’s no way you forgot.” “No, you know that, and yet you’re sitting there listening to the sound of my ass-sweat splatter against your crotch. Your cock is dying to burst inside of me, but you’re doing everything you can just to have a couple extra seconds of me twerk-fucking your cock the way that I always do.” “...私全部吸い込みたいの? Do you really want me to fuck out everything that badly? W-Why not just say that then? If you did, I could’ve told you to wait until you actually enjoy all of the bullshit work I’ve been doing this morning. But no—you’re so helplessly addicted to feeling my cunt throat your cock that things ended up like this again.” “Y-You even made me ramble to myself like some stupid housewife or something. If this is how...“F-Fuck ♥” “If this is how you’re gonna treat me after all the shit I’ve done on y-your day off, I’m never doing any of this shit agggihhhh~♥♥.” GLORPPP~! As adept at sex as a woman could hope to be as she neared the end of her ‘youth’, Shiori remained capable of concrete thought well into her sweaty bounce along her suitor’s member. Well accustomed to the uterus-warming bliss that was fed through her cervix per plunge and braced for the evacuative strain that wriggled through her folds as 2/3rds of their favorite flesh-log were dragged back through them after the fact, her imposing these things on herself failed to complicate her task in a meaningful way. Relative to these things, the emotions that boiled within her chest were far more cloying. Belied by her sexual maturity and her uncanny capacity for sexual stimulation were juvenile feelings of affection for the young man underneath her. Under the influence of these feelings, the thoughts that she entertained as she threw the meat of her ass up and down along his member—these thoughts already influenced by the hormone-laden musk that surrounded them—acquired unusual amounts of frustration from a familiar set of sources. These sources pertained to the young man’s habits. Despite her having gone out of her way to create a relaxing environment for him on his day off, his refusal to accept anything less than the very best ball-siphoning orgasm she could produce now threatened to see some of these efforts go to waste. Were it that this stubbornness stemmed solely from his libido, accepting this would not have frustrated her so. Sadly, the pair of years she had spent living alongside him had taught her that his motivation was not quite so self-serving. Whenever he held himself back, he did so for her. Privy to the ridiculous amounts of stimulation she had trained herself to endure, he waited until the convulsions of her cunt were at their worst, and the volume of cuntsyrup fucked from her depths were at their most cloying before giving himself over to the pressure welled within his crotch. Then, with as much conviction as he could muster, he used his orgasm to drive her to a release as well. While vaguely aware of his plans—this indicated by the contents of her musings—the fact that he got away with doing so yet again came as a significant shock to her system. Before she could complete her latest set of complaints about his behavior, an ejection of molten cockjuice out against her cervix sent satisfaction surging through her system from the core of her brain down to the depths of her cunt. By the time this initial eruption completed its layered caking of her pudgy babybutton, her inner walls were drawn into a quivering suckle against the exterior of his cock, and pressurized discharges of phallus-scalding cuntsyrup began spewing out from her depths into contact with the face of his crotch. Somehow, the years she had spent taking loads into her cunt for a living had failed to grant her a tolerance for the sensation of her cunt being packed with virile semen. Fairly stated, few if any of her clients had proved capable of dousing the back end of her vaginal canal with the sort of dense, greyish-yellow semen in the midst flourishing against her cervix, but the fact remained that her tolerance for it left much to be desired. For every thread of the tadpole-ridden, melted-cheese-esque muck that was added to the innards-drowning volume initially dumped into her, the pulsing of her uterus grew more aggressive, and the stoic simplicity she had mapped out across her face acquired some form of blemish. When the weight of the blockage at the back end of her cunt resulted in fractions her suitor’s load being rejected from between her lower lips in the form of massive, lowly-pressurized burbles of cockjuice, her brow furrowed. Similarly, when the continued eruption of cockjuice strands from the nose of her suitor’s length eventually tempted her cervix into a suckling dilation that fed bursts of semen directly into her uterus, she depressed one of her fanged incisors into the left corner of her mouth. Finally, when the state of her cunt’s inundation with semen began to produce BLORT and GLORP noises that suggested that her innards were feeding themselves sick with nut, the willpower that kept her lips squished against one another was siphoned from her until the pillows slipped far enough apart to facilitate speech. Not far enough for an orgasmic exhalation, but just far enough for something far more telling to slither out across her tongue. “ひーひぐううう～♥ C-Cumming ♥." Appropriately, the dismantling of her visage was where Shiori’s degradation ended. After her exhalation, the continued outflow of semen into her cunt and uterus failed to draw anything more significant than a shudder or huff from her. Predictably, the streaking of squirming sludge strands across the front face of her uterus and the thorough caking that the organ’s roof received remained significant to her; given the size of the sperm that they contained, ignoring them would have required that she turn her mind off entirely. Still, what little familiarity she maintained with raw, ball’s deep orgasms allowed her to acclimate to the sensation far faster than a less-seasoned woman might’ve. Like this, the end of her suitor’s release left Shiori no worse off than she had started. Addled only by the consumption of her psyche with satisfied warmth and a numbing of her limbs by the clogging of her feminine organs with semen, she remained perfectly capable of manipulating herself as she had before as well. No less fixated on her goals, this realization led her to push her palms against her kneecaps and drive herself upright. Inch by semen-slogged inch, she unplugged her cunt from off of the still-erect length that had seeded her whilst backdrafts of sludge tumbled from her depths down through to a number of disgusting splatters against her suitor’s crotch. Silent right up until the grimy PLORP~! produced as his glans slipped from her lower lips fished a stifled coo from her lips, she reflexively subverted the event with a wobbly rotation on her heels, and the direction of a blush-addled deadpan down at the man she had attempted to satisfy. Content to leave her sex-mussed hair as it was, her appearance throughout was far more endearing than she could know. Worse still, the passage of several seconds resulted in her speaking out at a juncture wherein she ought’ve waited to be addressed. In many ways, her behavior was emblematic of her identity. Despite appearing as and acting like a housewife, Shiori was anything but— Somehow, she was better. “There. Now get up and go downstairs so you can eat what I cooked before it gets disgusting.” she exhaled, angrily. “And don’t forget to shower. It’s fine if you smell like shit while we fuck, but I don’t want the kitchen smell that way too. Unlike you, I’m here most days, so I’m the only one who has to deal with it.” Behind this utterance, Shiori began on a turn that would have presented her back to the man below her. Partway through it, the flash of something within the corner of her eye stuttered her rotation, and immediately afterwards induced a roll of her eyes. Moments later, she descended to her knees ahead of her suitor’s crotch and exhaled. “...Sorry, I forgot. You still have to shower, but just for today, I’ll do some of it for you.” As soon as these words left her lips, Shiori parted her lips further apart than she had in minutes. Dipping her skull forward as she did so, she planted a suckling kiss to the nose of her suitor’s length to drag several meaty dollops of excess semen through it, then plunged herself downward to begin driving the freshly sex-smeared inches of his phallus across her tongue. Affectless as the flavor of his cockjuice was smeared to her tastebuds, and somehow more so when the nose of his glans was squeezed through the beginnings of her throat, the disappearance of just over a foot of semen-smeared cockmeat down her throat began and ended without significant issue for her. All the while, her line of sight was focused upwards, and her ‘interests’ were focused on the cock swelling the depths of her esophagus. No care was taken to mitigate the outflow of mucus induced at her nostrils, nor did she attempt to avoid kissing the mess of semen and cuntsyrup clotted around the root of his cock. To a point, she no longer knew how to feel revulsion at such things. This aside, they held no bearing on what she was trying to accomplish. Neither would prevent her from slurping out the remainder of her suitor’s load, nor would they make doing so any more (or less) difficult. Thusly, she ignored them. As soon as she planted her kiss, Shiori took to bouncing her lips back and forth between the root of her suitor’s cock and its tip. Whether ascending or descending, she allowed saliva and mucus to flow through her gullet unobstructed, and prioritized the application of a draining pressure against the length of cockmeat she had swallowed. Through these things, her feverish throating regularly pulled wads of cum from numerous ‘clogs’ within his urethra out through to haggard splutters down through her esophagus. For each one she fished out, Shiori swallowed against her suitor’s cock to flush its contents down towards her stomach whilst simultaneously maintaining her neck-fattening strokes to the best of her ability. When it became apparent that no further seed remained for her to gulp down, she directed the semen-starved dedication that she applied to the task elsewhere. Without missing a beat, she turned the last, full-length retraction of her spread lips along his cock into a moist popping of their plush off of the cleaned bloat of his glans. Then, she plunged her skull further downwards. Without taking time to clear off the lone wires of pubic hair that persisted at the corners of her mouth, she dunked her face down into contact with the mess of semen and cuntsyrup to the right of her suitor’s cockroot. No suckling of sexual filth followed. Rather than kissing her lips against the largest wad of mess she could find, she drove her nostrils against it instead. This done, she raised her left hand’s index finger up into contact with her left nostril and applied pressure against it until it closed. Finally, she snorted. Dragging a mixture of air and wriggling cockjuice up through her right nostril, she heartily snorted a wadded streak of sexual filth off of her suitor’s crotch entirely. Eyes briefly drawn into a roll towards their sockets by the act, her recovery saw her repeatedly drive her face against the most semen-slogged regions of her partner’s soaked crotch and snort against them as hard as she could. Even for her, this sort of sex act was far from normal. On top of the sinus congestion that she earned, the scent of cockjuice as enhanced by the overpowering musk that bled from her suitor’s crotch was shot directly into her brain in a manner similar to mainlining black tar heroin. Stuttered each and every time one of these surges of scent molested her brain, the amount of time required for her to drag all of the most noticeable wads of cum strewn out across his crotch ultimately exceeded what she had required to throat dregs of nut through his member. On completion of the effort, the airy lightheadedness that had consumed her post orgasm was replaced by a stifling congestion. In return, however, the numbness of her limbs, and to an extent, the numbness that had consumed her entire body was replaced by a kind of hallucinogenic lightness. Despite knowing better than to actually regard it as such, Shiori did not hesitate to use it to her advantage. In the wake of several seconds spent dizzied by what she imagined to be sperm cells invading her brain, the first thing that she approached after overcoming it was a surge back to her feet, and the direction of another scowl at the man whose crotch she had cleaned. Incidentally, her condition once upright paled in comparison to what it had been before she descended in the first place. Now, she seemed much more like herself. “That’s better. I took care of all the hard stuff, so go.” diction unaltered by the high that she had achieved, Shiori punctuated her rise with a congested reiteration of the request she had placed minutes prior. “I’ll go do something about your food—just don’t take too long or anything.” At last of the opinion that her work was complete, Shiori supplemented this utterance with another turn on heels. Far too disoriented to remember the frustration that her suitor had caused her, doing her utmost to ensure that the rest of his day progressed as she intended became her primary focus. In turn, several other relevant subjects—namely the obscene volume of semen drooling across her inner thighs and her lack of clothing—went completely disregarded by her as she walked. Whereas some of these things were inherently more serious than others, none could compare to the extent to which her spatial awareness had suffered from her plugging her sinuses with the stink of her suitor’s semen. As a consequence of this, she did not recognize the approach of a presence from behind her until it brought itself to a distance that she couldn’t do anything about. All at once, a forearm was barred across her neck, and her back was drawn into contact with someone’s chest. Only moments later, the imposition of force against her pinned frame drew her through several hurried backwards steps before the descent of this force took her with it. By the time she recognized what had happened to her and who was to blame for it, the ceiling was above her, and a familiar warmth was beside her. “All of that, and you just expect me to ignore the fact that you still can’t talk to Kanako?” voice inflected by a jovial smile, the source of the warmth at her side spoke out in defiance of the effort she had put into draining semen out of his crotch. “My taking a day off doesn’t mean I’m suddenly going to pretend that I don’t hear this shit when you say it, so before any of the nice things you’ve apparently planned for me, let’s try getting to the bottom of this.” “Unless, of course, a certain someone still dislikes me far too much to talk about the things that make her feel bad.” Were she her usual self, the chain of events that had led to Shiori’s return to the surface of her mattress would have resulted in her ignoring the address directed towards her. But, as she wasn’t, its contents constituted a prompt potent enough to purse her lips into a kind of thin, ‘adult-appropriate’ pout before words began streaming through her lips. Incidentally, it also succeeded in altering the quality of her voice as well. “...こー子供扱いしない,アホ。D-Don’t talk to me like I’m a baby, Rafael. I’m almost 5 years older than you; the least you can do is treat me like it while I’m here.” Shiori spat, tone decidedly more petulant than it had been seconds prior. “I didn’t go into it because it doesn’t fucking matter, s-so move on. Saying it to someone else out loud is enough to make me feel better anyway…” Painfully familiar with Shiori’s stubbornness, the man addressed as Rafael produced a grin, then exhaled in discontentment. This done, he rolled from his side down onto his back, and finally shifted his skull towards Shiori in an attempt at affirming eye-contact with her. As soon as he did so, he found that she had already turned her skull in the opposite direction. “...Alright, let’s try this, then. Why do you think you’re here, exactly?” he continued, voice directed up at the ceiling. “As in, why do you think I twisted your arm into staying here while you screamed at me and kept threatening to call the police way back when?” For Shiori, there could be no ignoring this question. Despite having been asked it several times before (albeit in different manners), the sound of it sent a disquieting throb rippling through her heart, and filled her mind with memories that depicted her bed-spread frame in the midst of being tended to by someone. Frustrated by what it induced within her, she defaulted to aggression. “Because you’re some kind of degenerate who gets off on having used up older girls close by. Either that, or you’re a different kind of weirdo who gets some kind of sick satisfaction going out of their way for other people.” “どっちっでも選らべば、あんたは変態だ。Whichever one it is, you're a degenerate.” Hit where he ought’ve hurt worst, Rafael was handed grounds to abandon whatever it was he was intending to do… But only from the perspective of a layman. From his perspective, her remarks were not so much cutting insults as they were fragmented attempts at stating something else entirely: “I don’t know what I am.” Having expected a response along these lines, responding to it and everything that followed it came very naturally for Rafael. “I probably am a degenerate, but that’s only part of the reason why.” he continued, calmly. “Something tells me we’ll be going around in circles for a while if I don’t help things along, so I’ll go ahead and remind you: you’re here because fundamentally, in spite of all of your choices, you’re a better person than you give yourself credit for. “You’re an abrasive bitch when you want to be, but you can’t bring yourself to be genuinely hateful towards people that don’t deserve it—people like Kanako, for example. Since you can’t do it, she sees you exactly the way she should: as another housewife she can converse with and tease when time allows for it.” “It’s nothing to be embarrassed about. She’s looking at you, not down at you—you’re just having a hard time getting used to it.” For as much as she wished to interject throughout Rafael’s response, the ‘nails’ hit by his utterances kept Shiori’s lips sealed throughout it. Afterwards, all of the thought that she applied to the generation of a rebuttal went wasted. In her heart, she knew that he was right. She simply did not wish to acknowledge the truth. “…主婦じゃないわ。変なこと言わないで。。。I-I'm not a housewife. Stop saying stuff like that.” As she released a second defensive mumble, Shiori rolled from her side back onto her back. Though she did not turn her skull to reinitiate eye-contact with Rafael after the fact, the slant of her eyes away from his frame began to appear much more strenuous after. “W-We’re not married, remember? It’s impossible by definition, stupid.” she continued, pouting. “I just live here and make myself useful so I have an excuse not to pay rent. And don’t you fucking dare say that they’re the same thing or something—t-the only reason any of this is still happening is because you made it so that I can’t do anything else…” Right as she changed positions, Rafael’s familiarity with Shiori told him that he was unlikely to get another chance to truly apply himself to the quality of her morning. Guided by this understanding, he responded to her trailing by raising his back out of contact with the mattress and dragging himself upright. Kneecaps pressed into the mattress material beneath them, he afterwards turned towards Shiori so that he could assess her features from above. If only for a split second, this shift presented him with the sight of Shiori’s sex-muddled visage in the midst of an adorably-juvenile pout. Afterwards, her recognition of his new posture saw her turn her features away from his line of sight even more sharply than before. On the merit of her facial expression alone, Rafael happily disregarded the older woman’s stubbornness in favor of further action. Taking advantage of his position propped up to her right, he reached down with both hands to set his palms into contact with the squishy curvature of her hips. Once placed, he smoothly rolled Shiori onto her stomach, and briefly depressed his palms’ point of contact from her hips down against the doughy, watermelon-scale roundness of her buttocks. All too aware of the ire he was likely to draw as a result, his producing these acts coincided with a chuckled retort to Shiori’s suggestions. Much to his surprise, releasing it as he did initiated a far longer conversation than he expected to entertain. “I’ve said it before, but you can do whatever you want while you’re living here. I never said that it had to have anything to do with me—of course I obviously appreciate how much effort you put in around here.” he began, wrists set into a hungry knead of the moistened buttocks meat that engulfed his palms. “And yes, you might not be a housewife by definition, but you’re occupying the role whether you accept as much or not.” “T-That’s only ‘cause I feel like I owe you. When I don’t anymore, I’ll fuck off, and we won’t have these conversations anymore.” retorted Shiori, gaze slanted back behind her. “Y-You might be able to manage just fine on your own, but I’m still older than you. I might not be, like, the greatest woman or anything, but I’m not the kind of bitch that’d leech off of someone younger than me for years without even trying to return the favor.” “ ‘Specially since you’re such a useless faggot…” At this, Rafael couldn’t help but smile. “Sounds like we’re stuck, then.” he replied. “I don’t know what it’s going to take for you to start feeling like you can do things that don’t involve this house, but until you figure it out, I’m not going to give you an excuse to get down on yourself.” “So…” Well into his latest utterance, Rafael released Shiori’s buttocks and parted his knees to either side of their glistening bloat. From this new position, he dipped his upper body forward, then extended his left arm down ahead of him into a suggestive coil around Shiori’s mattress-situated neck. What followed was a cheek-plumping yank of his arm that mushed her windpipe against the crease between his forearm and bicep, and a forced upturning of her line of sight towards his own. In the wake of this, he drove his left foot flat against the mattress beneath them, and pressed his right hand down into contact with pube-smattered root of his erection. Where Shiori was concerned, the purpose of these gestures was unlikely to be ambiguous. All the same, Rafael contextualized them immediately after producing them. “I’m going to go ahead and make you feel useful a little bit more before I do anything else. Sound good?” Breathing stymied and frame-warmed, Shiori struggled to keep her scowling features organized throughout this address. Nonetheless, her feelings towards Rafael’s intent and the position he had forced her into bled through her visage in the form of a mild pout. Needless to say, these things did not stop her from speaking her mind. “…Don’t blame me if the stuff I made downstairs gets mushy or gross.” she huffed, girlishly. Stating neither acceptance nor rejection of Rafael’s intent in a manner endearing enough to imply the former, Shiori quietly signaled for Rafael to start on what she hoped would be the last of her ‘morning time activities’. And he did. Not a second after she spoke, a log of throat-greased cockflesh was gored between her buttocks into depression through her sphincter, and heated constriction was applied across her neck by a dense forearm. Briefly, these things induced the spread of change across Shiori’s face. For once, she was neither pouting nor frowning. At a glance, she couldn’t have even if she wanted to. Not unless she somehow learned to number herself to the snaking impression of rigid cockmeat through her intestines… - WHAT YOU ARE If presented with a young man capable of sitting in relative silence whilst a woman dragged her lubrication-slogged cunt and sweat-drenched rear up and down against his cock, a reasonable individual would be tempted to attribute a certain amount of sexual passivity to the young man in question. Given closer observation of the bulbous, latte-colored bloat of the asscheeks that were flattened against his crotch, or more tellingly, first-hand familiarity with the amount of phallus-draining pressure imposed by the woman’s cunt, this same individual might also gift the young man with an obscene capacity for sexual stimulation. By making these attributions, the individual can apply ‘sense’ to a situation that they do not fully understand. Whether or not this ‘sense’ maps onto the reality of the scenario is irrelevant; in lieu of additional information about what it is they are looking at, only so many things can be understood in the first place. At the same time, attributions can sometimes make it more difficult for an individual to accept a reality that conflicts with them. If, for example, an individual is presented with the sight of the same young man they had observed prior in the midst of choking the young woman previously seen bouncing her cunt along his cock from behind—much less whilst driving his cock through half-length, downward-angled plunges in and out of the meat of her cunt—accepting the transition as ‘real’ would require that they throw out their original attributions and make new ones. Among other things, thoughts on this subject dominated Rafael’s mind for every second that he spent plunging his cock through the bed-situated confines of Shiori’s asshole. Why he imagined these things in the midst of such a pleasurable and satisfying experience was entirely to do with his own behavior. On what was supposed to be a day off for him, his first few hours of wakefulness were spent between a sprawl across his mattress and a passive entertainment of Shiori fucking a potent load of semen out of his crotch. Right up until her completion of this task and her unusually-sullen attempt at moving on to something else, peeling himself out of bed and doing something productive with his day felt beyond him. Presently, what he was doing matched his definition of ‘productive’ perfectly. By playing into his housemate’s atypical self-esteem, he effectively forced himself to pursue sexual satisfaction without any assistance. Thus far, he had succeeded at this as well. Since driving his cock through the succulent bloat of Shiori’s sphincter down to the hilt, the intestine-blending plunges that he delivered with his hips and crotch had fattened his cock into a mess of swollen blood vessels and throbbing, steel-like turgidness. Owed largely to the modestly-congested embrace imposed by Shiori’s large intestines and its uncanny ability to smother the meat of his erection whilst also adapting to its unruly engorgement, the depression of his shaft through it treated his meat to addictive combinations of stimuli. These ranging from suffocation by the bulbous, liquorice-red inner walls of her hole to their ravenous evacuation of precum through his cocktip, dull moments throughout these hilts were few and far between. Extracting his cock from the milking constriction of her guts was a similarly elating experience. From the initial depression of his shaft onward—an event that spread her pliant depths open down to a familiar, uterus-warming depth—each outward wrench of his crotch required that he subject the majority of his erection to a wealth of scrubbing and pressurized slurping by her insides. Trained to methodically siphon any and all erections plunged into their midst, Shiori’s previous lifestyle rendered her asshole’s grasp on his cock as far fussier (and more effective) than could be expected of a similarly-trained hole. Thus, every second that he spent dragging his erection through it was a second spent dogged by a masturbation toy with a mind of its own. By the time he peeled himself out to the mid-length stopping point prescribed by his position, the stifling, convulsion-laden tightness that assaulted his length necessitated that he ‘escape’ it by drilling his meat back inside her. These things by themselves validated the exertion that his thrusting pattern required. At all times, some amount of his cock was attended to by an orifice desperate to wring another load of semen out of his balls. As well, motivation to swing himself between insertion and retraction was available in spades—this not including the wobbling repulsion offered by Shiori’s asscheeks each time he curled his crotch through to a slamming impression against them. Per usual, though, the milking of his cock was not the only thing that he gained from his efforts. Since looping his forearm around Shiori’s neck, all of the effort that he invested into plunge-fucking her asshole contributed to an intensification of her suffocation. Incrementally, the force with which he pulled his limb-noose back against her windpipe imposed a serpentine backwards-bend of her spine. Though far from life-threatening for Shiori, the strain that it was likely to place on her body as coupled with the amount of oxygen that she was likely losing equated to a very potent brand of degenerate satisfaction for Rafael. To a point, Shiori’s comments about his disposition held water. In ownership of many of the more degenerate preferences that might lead a man to attach themselves to a prostitute as opposed to a demurer partner, the stimulation that Rafael derived from being able to inflict these things on a female frame capable of withstanding them very nearly rivalled what he accrued from digging his cock through Shiori’s asshole. In part, his pursuit of this stimulation was what had led him to assume the position that he had in the first place. Maintaining the depth of squat required to accommodate the length of his cock whilst leveraging his hips, crotch, and lower abdominals in the delivery of sickle-shaped thrusts into the cock-hungry meat of her asshole was not a task that the average male would’ve taken up. However, whereas more ‘traditional’ positions were likely to offer similar amounts of pleasure, the one that he chose was one of few that would allow him to properly brutalize the older woman’s frame—hence why he deemed it to be worthwhile. This was not to say that he couldn’t have been motivated to make use of it without the prospect of suffocating Shiori, of course. Digging the underside of his cock along a straightened tube of congested intestine meat whilst its roof (and all of the root-like, finger-girth blood vessels strewn out across it) was smothered into motionlessness by the same was addictive in and of itself. When coupled with the sensation of his semen-bloated testicles flogging the bloat of Shiori’s asscheeks and the sweat-moistened warmth her cheeks offered his crotch as a result of his thrusting angle, one could not reasonably ask for anything more from a given sexual position. Still, it was his bruising compression of her windpipe that made all the difference to him. After several minutes of nuzzling his cock into lubrication-smeared plunges through the meat of her sphincter, it was the flutter of her pulse against his forearm and the sensation of her wheezing that invigorated him most. Further, these things represented the foundation for the daydreams that he entertained throughout his metronome: If one were to compare him as he was presently to the man he had appeared to be minutes prior, accepting that the two were one and the same was likely to prove difficult... At least assuming one were to do something as foolhardy as forming conclusions about a person from a single instance of behavior, anyway. Upon acquiring satisfaction from his musings, Rafael eventually turned his attention onto a subject far more deserving of them. Following a downswing of his crotch that noisily compressed his cock through intestine flesh until a sodden PLAPP~! sounded out through the air, he peeked his neck forward just slightly to glance down at Shiori’s face. Awaiting him there was a visage reddened ever so slightly by oxygen-deprivation, and ‘decorated’ by the dribble of a stream of blood from her left nostril. Not surprisingly, the sight of these things drew his lips apart far faster than they might’ve come apart otherwise. “Feeling more useful yet?” he asked, lips drawn into a playful grin. “Correct me if I’m wrong, but there aren’t a lot of women out there that’d take getting fucked like disposable onaholes so well—at least not in a way that anyone would enjoy.” “If you put even half the effort you devoted to learning how to empty a guy’s balls, you could probably get good at anything you wanted. Assuming that there’s something else that you want to get good at, of course.” Privy to the nature of her position and the restrictions associated with it, Shiori intentionally limited herself to thin breathing and listless grunting throughout the initial minutes of her fucking If she didn’t, she wouldn’t last. Suffocation was hardly a new experience for her, and in many ways, having it applied whilst her intestines were fattened with cockmeat was more enjoyable for her than it was strenuous. All the same, there was only so much oxygen that her brain could stand to lose before shutting off entirely. So, she rationed it. Leveraging years of experience entertaining all manner of client, she limited herself to the bare minimum in terms of exhalation and respiration so as to keep herself functional throughout her latest bout of sex with Rafael. Were he anyone else, his address would have went ignored by her so as to prolong the amount of time that she could be fucked while conscious. But, whether fortunately or unfortunately, Rafael was Rafael—a man so cloying that ignoring him exceeded her capacity for suffering. “うるせい。早く中に出して. J-Just hurry up and blast your cockjuice into my cunt.” voice strained but no less sullen, Shiori responded without once shifting the direction of her gaze away from the man above her. “D-Don’t do that shit you did earlier and drag it out. Y-You can squeeze out a load with my insides just fine on your own, s-so do it—c-clog my fucking insides so we can get on with our lives.” “I-I don’t have all fucking day.” Whereas most women used bashfulness or avoidance as subterfuge for their feelings, Shiori’s method of choice was venomous simplicity. But, cutting quality aside, the responses that she produced were almost completely unrelated to her perspective on her fucking. In truth, a prolonged gut-pummeling wouldn’t have bothered her in the slightest. Squeezing the meat of her asshole against the invasive monstrosity constituted by Rafael’s cock for hours on end was fulfilling for her. Similarly, feeling the blood vessels that outlined his member writhe hopelessly against her intestine flesh would be equal parts pleasurable and infuriating; a potent combination for a woman seasoned in all manner of sexual stimulation. Allowing her mind to drown in the greasy CLOPPS~! and SPLRSCHS♥ induced as her buttocks were assaulted by Rafael’s crotch would have felt natural to her, and kneading the root of his erection with her sphincter in hopes of accelerating his release would have required nothing of her. Succinctly, the amount of time that she spent underneath Rafael didn’t matter. If fucked for minutes or hours, she lay prepared to derive addictive amounts of sexual pleasure from the event—perhaps even more so than Rafael himself. While obscured by her words, discerning the truth about her perspective was not nearly as difficult as she might’ve liked it to be. In the minutes that had passed since her penetration, the volume of balmy cuntsyrup that sputtered from her folds in response to Rafael’s thrusts had only increased. Oft jetting far enough upwards to come into contact with the underside of his cock whilst in the midst of a retraction, the slime’s excess contributed to the greasy ‘ease’ that defined her hole’s fucking. More saliently, the depths of her asshole had yet to loosen their meat-smothering hold on Rafael’s cock. No matter how aggressively they were plumbed or how the stinging girth of his shaft forced them to writhe and convulse, Shiori refused to allow them to slacken. If she wished, she could have made her innards as loose and ‘simple’ as a store bought cocksleeve. In turn, Rafael would be required to exert himself further to continue stimulating himself, and their coupling would be brought to a less-than-satisfying end sooner rather than later. What Shiori desired was something different entirely. Perfectly content to maintain the vice-like intensity that her guts imposed and subject herself to all of the stimulation that came with it, she facilitated his fucking her as he had right from the moment he began skewering her in earnest. The end result of this were abdominal-swelling instances of penetration as messy as they were noisy. By keeping the stirring of her depths as tight as possible, excess sexual grease and precum churned to fruition within her orifice were ‘fucked’ from out of her in the form of sloppy burbles of the sexual muck pressed out from the corners of her sphincter. Alongside them, the mixture of sexual lubricants responsible for the uniquely-textured hole’s lubrication contributed to a guttural symphony of SCHLORPS an SPLORTS per plunge of Rafael’s length. If not entirely, all of these things were avoidable to some extent. Shiori needed only substantiate the words that she spoke up at Rafael and detach herself from her fucking entirely. For Rafael, the fact that she didn’t spoke volumes on what it was she actually wanted. Where this was concerned, his wariness about boxing in her life counted for nothing; given the opportunity to give her something that she desired while pleasuring himself at the same time, he’d make the same choice every time. The only aspect of this that remained up for debate was how he went about doing so. Ever aware of the choices that remained for him, he spent the moments most immediate to Shiori’s response shaping his execution. Over the course of several seconds, he shaved pace off of his thrusting ministrations, and lingered in the wake of every hilt of his cock within the spongy embrace of Shiori’s shithole. Once acclimated to the new blend of stimulation reaped by his thrusting pattern, he intensified it by progressively increasing the amount of body mass he pressed behind his thrusts. Through this, the repeated splats and gurgles fucked from Shiori’s rear were replaced by punishingly-fleshy THUDS of flesh against flesh, and livid, internally-focused SHCLRSHs more audible to her than anything else. Like his last thrusting pattern before it, the amount of pleasure that Rafael derived from these adjustments was obscene. By putting additional weight behind his thrusts, his glans was repeatedly nudged through yet-uncorked stretches of intestine flesh eager to pulverize his cocktip into a quivering loaf of flesh and cockjuice. Additionally, the trunk of his member was subjected to prolonged stays within the humid phallus-siphon constituted by the sex-fattened beginnings of her intestines. Of course, while potent, neither was related to the impetus for his change in approach. Provided subterfuge in the form of the thickened throbbing of his cock and the marked increase in the volume of precum squeezed through his length per surge, Rafael successfully obscured his aim right up until he situated himself best to achieve it. As soon as it was in front of him, he reached out for it. Mid-thrust, he abrasively depressed his member through its harshest slide yet, and simultaneously tightened his compression of Shiori’s neck to new extremes. He did not stop here, either. Though made to grunt by the stimulation dragged across the upper inches of his member, his first act whilst the chilling GLORTSH induced by his thrust rippled through the air was a punishing, left-right swirl of his crotch meant to exacerbate his cock’s invasion of her depths. His next were words intended to do the same. “Sure, no worries; I’ll keep things nice and simple.” dipping his skull downwards again, Rafael began speaking with his lips as close to Shiori’s ear as his position allowed. “That said, I’d probably be able to get off a looooooot quicker if you were a little more invested in it. Even if you were, say, pretending to be, it’d make a big difference to me.” “It’s always been that, so you already know that I’m not lying. It’s fine, though—I’ll manage somehow.” “Sigh……” Precisely as intended, these words hit Shiori’s ears whilst at their most receptive. Addled by the echo of cockmeat pulverizing her innards and the warm light-headedness inherent to suffocation, she found herself without the will required to respond to his suggestion ‘normally’. Comparatively, acquiescence was easier. Better still, this route promised to contribute to Rafael’s release more than any other. And so, her choice was made. Though it irked her enough to draw her thus-far placid lips into a jagged pout, Shiori embraced the ‘hint’ provided to her after only a moment’s hesitation. Tragically, the increased outflow of blood drawn from her skull as she did so was overshadowed by the act itself. “ぶーぶひ。ぶひぶひぶひ。。。B-Buhi. Buhibuhibuhi” “ザメン頂戴。。。豚のぐしゃぐしゃ穴まんこにびゅびゅちょうだい。。。G-Give me your cum. S-Spew your cum into this pig’s noisy asspussy…” “早く中にザメンで塞いでえええええ。。。Hurry up and clog me with cockjuice…” Shiori knew what would occur after she uttered these things. In order, the redoubled depth and aggression that Rafael applied to his thrusts would continue to surge, and the muddling of her consciousness by oxygen deprivation would worsen to an extent that would render her incapable of caring about the former event. Several seconds later—most likely after a volatile string of thrusts from Rafael— revolting quantities of the same squirming nut that continued to squirm within her sinuses would find their way inside her intestines. As a former professional at dispossessing men of their semen, ‘reading ahead’ in her coupling with Rafael was a force of habit for Shiori. Separately, information that she derived from the throbbing of his cock and the timing of his request provided her with grounds to feel confident about any predictions that she made regarding it. Appropriately, everything she predicted came true in the order that she had called it. In response to her squeaking, Rafael’s thrusts became punishing enough to drive her squirming folds into yet another ejection of arousal-thickened cuntsyrup. Nearly fucked unconscious by the weight of these thrusts and the excavatory ferocity that he applied to them, enjoying the orgasm that rippled through her cunt became the only contribution that she could make to proceedings. Eventually, after several seconds of listening to the sounds made as his cock and crotch finished reducing her backside into a glorified masturbation toy, an eruption of dense, borderline-chewable cockjuice not unlike what she had taken into her cunt erupted out into contact with the inches of intestine-lining most immediate to his glans’ ‘stopping point’ within her. However, this was far from the end of the matter. Despite bracing herself for an explosion of nastily-virile semen out into her depths and the hyperactive quiver of the sperm cells that it contained against her inner walls, Shiori found her eyes lidded by stimulation nevertheless. Similarly, her readiness to feel innumerable ropes of sludge draped across, and inevitably packed against one another within her gut failed to spare her innards from the orgasmic convulsions that assaulted them throughout the event. Shortly, she had readied herself for a ‘what’ as opposed to a ‘how’. Right from the first gurgling BLORTSCH created by the eruption of a semen strand from the nose of Rafael’s cock, the quality of his orgasm proved itself a full grade of severity above what she had prepared herself to endure. Initially, a burst of semen large enough to ‘uncork’ the stretches of gut-lining ahead of it as a surge of resin might the walls of a pliant mold rendered the first few inches of intestine flesh ahead of his glans completely clogged with semen. Not a second later, full-length threads of the same mildly-discolored substance began pouring out against this miniature blockage one after another. Large enough and lengthy enough to both widen and elongate its girth, their compaction against one another required no time for coalescence. Straight after making contact with the mass made from their predecessors, each one naturally contributed to it as though their contents were water (and not some molten-hot, nutrient-riddled semi-solid.) If the bloating of her intestines with cockjuice was not debilitating enough for her, Shiori was also forced to manage the sensations wrought from the event in conjunction with several others peripheral to it. In time with the ejection of seed strands into her hole, nauseating GLORPS loud enough to simulate the funneling of slop through a narrow pipe of flesh rumbled out of her rear. Throughout the reverberation of these noises through her skull, the extent of her oxygen-deprivation transformed the stimuli into additional pleasure for her. Like this, the bloating of her innards with Rafael’s semen became an event potent enough to drag her eyelids into an uneven flutter, and at same time funnel perverse coos from her throat. Try as she might to mitigate the severity of these things, the sound of cum filling her asshole soon acquired competition from the volume of the latter. “Nnghhhah ♥♥ Mnngnghhuuuu ♥♥...” While ‘limited’ in the sense that far more depraved outbursts could have slipped from her lips, these stifled groans served a purpose that only they could: As Rafael rounded the corner of his release, their outflow prompted him to begin producing exhalations of his own. “Hyuuuuuu, what did I tell you? Just a tiny bit of investment ends up making a world of difference.” he sighed, voice now drenched in the withered airiness of a man nearing satiation. “I get that you’re probably not in the mood to do any imagining right now, but when you get the chance, you should really start giving some thought to what it is you want to do.” “I’m not stupid enough to try and compare slurping cockjuice into your asshole with anything else, but the fact is, you’re good at applying yourself to things.” “It really makes me want to see what else you could accomplish if you could bring yourself to want it.” Per Rafael’s allusion, the state that his comments found Shiori in was unconducive for the generation of a response. From the beginning of his address to its end, most of her concentration was taken up in keeping herself from succumbing to a second orgasm as a result of the still-growing quantity of semen within her. Throughout the seconds that followed, very little changed for her. Blood continued to dribble from her left nostril, and thinking about things unrelated to Rafael’s semen required far more effort from her than she was willing to expend. Understandably, this circumstance resulted in her first ‘utterances’ (specifically, the first things that she thought to herself after Rafael spoke) being skewed away from the subject of her potential. “T-Too much cockjuice. I-If there wasn’t so much weight pushing down on me, I’d probably be able to see how much he’s dumped into me at my stomach...” she mused, dully. “I-It gets stuck to my insides so easily. It’s always been like that, b-but today is especially bad. It’s so hot and squirmy that it’s making me want to c-cum again as if I didn’t just squirt my brains out like an idiot while he fucked me.” “Figures, though. T-This is what I get for playing into his stupid fucking game…” “I-It could be worse, too. I-I think he’s been talking about something for the past little bit, but at least he’s done spewing cum inside me.” “Now all I need to do is catch my breath and…” GLORPPPP~ “F-Fuuuaccckkk ♥♥!” Too taken up with her thoughts to recognize signage of what was to come, Shiori was eventually made to respond to Rafael by force. Amidst her musing, a callous unholstering of his cock back through her ass wracked her frame with so much stimulation that a vulgar exclamation burst from her lips alongside it. Further facilitated by the removal of his noose from around her neck, its release became too appealing a prospect for her body to pass up. In its wake, Shiori was reduced to a bed-spread pant that presented her as even more disheveled than she had been minutes prior. Comically, the sight of her in this state failed to dissuade Rafael from addressing her throughout it. This time, though, his doing so earned him a response to the suggestions he had posed to her— And a very endearing one at that. “Anyway, that’s just my opinion. Just give it some thought for me, alrigh—” “W-Wha’ever…” interjecting weakly in a voice slurred by stimulation, Shiori mustered all of her remaining strength to ensure that Rafael did not take it upon himself to motivate her further. “I-I’ll ‘hink about i-it. J-Just get the fuck out and g-go eat your breakfast…” “ ‘ll be down in a-a few m-minutes—I-I jus’ need a break…” With this, all pretense for Rafael to remain alongside Shiori disappeared. Having at last received something resembling tacit compliance from her, he silently slipped away from his position above her into a standing position adjacent her side of the mattress— But not without first feeding himself on the perverse disorientation plastered mess that had been made of his wife.
Title: ギャル助ける Save a Gyaru, Clog Her Holes With Semen Forever Chapter title: Weight-Loss-for-Stay-at-Home-Gyaru Story Description: A former gyaru turned housewife approaches life without drugs and prostitution after 3-years of rehabilitation. Sullen and combative by nature, the comfort she enjoys in her new life renders her fearful of change. In hopes of avoiding it, she throws herself into what she knows best: fucking disgusting loads of semen out of her benefactor and snorting his cum into her skull with a frown on her face. She also does housewife related things, but don't let her catch you saying that. OriginalNSx♂♀ Story Content: This was posted over a month ago to my subscribers on SubscribeStar. Consider pledging for early access to content, commission discounts, and other benefits. - In Japan, those who become acquainted with the living circumstances of Takasaka Rafael typically come to harbor several burning questions about him within minutes of proper conversation. Foremost amongst these is the question of ‘how’. Specifically, after learning of his identity as a half-Brazilian Nikkei and the inexplicable wealth maintained by his family, natural-born Japanese citizens cannot help but imagine how it is he leads a life that maintains so many sought after comforts—these being a decently sized piece of property to live on and a lucrative position within a reputable company respectively. After the question of how come several related to ‘why’. Upon learning of his father’s affiliation with parties that ought to remain nameless and the wealth achieved through those who maintain such affiliations, those who bother to interact with him beyond surface level conversation inevitably begin pondering the same pair of questions. “Why marry so early?” And, albeit indirectly, “To a former gyaru of all things?” While most regard marriage as a natural thing for a son of a wealthy family to do, Rafael’s willingness to provide pictures of his wife and several muted ‘tells’ baked into the matronly simplicity of her appearance present the woman concerned as enjoying far more fortune than she deserves. Though her appearance can no longer be called ‘loud’ or ‘whorish’ at a glance, the sharpness of her eyes and the complexion of her skin combine with her mouth-watering voluptuous to form the image of an A-grade bitch who may well have spent the majority of her youth selling her body for money. Why a young man with such ‘ideal’ heritage might choose to marry such a woman, as opposed to simply playing with one at his convenience, is unfathomable to these individuals. Further, as none of them can be bothered to pursue a genuine personal relationship with him, posing the question to him is a non-option—for those fearful of him, at least. In practice, this is just as well. On occasions wherein those not included within a specific handful of individuals inquire about his 5-year relationship with Shiori or the motivations behind his marriage to her a year prior, Rafael is prone to painting a far more pleasant picture of these things than is necessary. He does this as much for himself as he does for Shiori. To state his own callous predilection for using expensive prostitutes as a 17-year-old would draw even more scrutiny to his identity as a person. Worse still, saying that this penchant developed into a complete preoccupation with Shiori and her life would present him as obsessive or strange without context. These things pale in comparison to any of the truths that he might spout about Shiori as well. To speak on any aspect of her past—her use of drugs, the degeneration of her life, and her self-sabotaging desire to avoid being anything more than she appeared to be—would reduce his coupling with her to a juvenile attempt at saving the object of his affections from herself. As perhaps the only person with first-hand knowledge of what Shiori subjected herself to in order to exceed her past, Rafael avoids the truth of the matter as a rule. When forced to impart a fraction of it, he defaults to presenting her as a prickly woman unwilling to settle into marriage without a struggle. As he does so, he recounts reality in his head: The reality Shiori of pushing herself on her own, and his simple facilitation of it. - TAKASAKA RESIDENCE EXTERIOR—9AM On occasion, the nature of the Takasaka Rafael’s work requires that he end his workdays at around the same time that others began theirs. Long since used to these occurrences and their disquieting regularity, making his way home in a manner that did not draw undue attention to him slowly became one of his foremost skills as a young adult. Today, the quality of his execution left much to be desired. Eyes darkened by fatigue and casually suit-clad figure disheveled from nearly 12-hours of work, his outward appearance screamed suggestiveness to all those that caught sight of him. To make matters worse, the physical toll taken by his work had resulted in a very sloppy stride up to his home. Having made inadvertent eye contact with no less than 3 chore-enamored housewives throughout—each of which were reciprocated by an expression of sheepish discomfort—his arrival opposite the sun-kissed face of his front door found his mind plagued by thoughts of the ‘complaints’ and ‘inquiries’ he might one day entertain from his neighbors. In his preoccupation, Rafael’s body went through its usual motions without input from him. Whilst rubbing the top half of his face with subdued discontentment, he extracted his house keys from his right pants pocket and unlocked the door ahead of him without so much as looking at it. Inexplicably, his only actual thoughts throughout concerned the state of his life and how to go about maintaining it. “Doesn’t matter how tired you are. You have to do better than that.” he lamented, internally. “At least wash your face and flatten out your clothes or something. Sleeping at the sites is an option, too. Shiori would complain for sure, but it’s better than drawing any more attention to her than she draws to herself.” “I could also tell that old sack of shit to ease back on all of the night work, but I’m the one who signed up for this. Asking for more now just puts me in deeper...” “Fuck, it’s too early to be thinking about this, isn’t it? I’ll just go up and sleep for now. Hopefully Shiori is still…” “Juunbi OK? Is everyone ready? Alright! 3, 2, 1 Se—no…” “Start~!” Half consumed by the first thoughts of yearning he had entertained in several hours, Rafael’s first step up the flight of stairs that led to his shared bedroom was interrupted by the reverberation of an unfamiliar feminine voice through the interior of the house. Detached from the airspace around him right up until it caught his ears, a moment spent dwelling on the noise itself revealed an accompaniment by music, and what sounded like the tapping of sneakers against hardwood in the direction of his living room. Likely causes for these noises appeared within Rafael’s head almost immediately. In spite of this, his curiosity subverted his fatigue and pushed him into a quiet stride from the foot of the staircase over towards the living room. What he found within it made him wonder if his capacity for wistful imagination had been stunted by adulthood. Features constricted by embarrassment and discomfort, a closed-eyed Shiori appeared in the midst of a clumsy attempt at skipping rope on the tips of her toes. Situated at the center of a cleared-out section of the living room made from a displacement of its furniture, all signs pointed towards her being in the middle of a workout of some sort. Several more appealing aspects of her appearance argued the same. Despite being within her own home, Shiori stood clothed in a combination of soft-pink athletic sports bra, ankle-length white tights, and a pair of sneakers color-coded to match both garments. Although somewhat pliant to the scale of her feminine assets, her top and tights remained utterly inundated with wobbling breast flesh and buttocks flesh respectively. For once, the garishness of one failed to outdo the other. Between the shoulder straps of her top, the open face of her sports bra exposed a sloping platter of sweat-drenched cleavage flesh to the open air ahead of her chest. Rendered slightly puffy by the garment’s tightness (although not to the extent that the natural sloping of the G-cup mounds appeared mitigated), an appealing contrast was made between the bright latte complexion of Shiori’s skin, the white rim of the sports bra’s cleavage pocket, and the pink fabric that surrounded it. Provided one could deny themselves fixation on the sight of their protruding bounce against her chest, the midsection-height cut of her top provided a reminder of her age and fertility. Equally glossed with sweat just below her breasts was a modest expanse of chub that extended just past the waistline of her pants. Pudgy and toneless, what amounts of fat sat atop her abdominals and the fertile peaks of her hips presented Shiori as sitting within a reproductive prime. If no longer the perfectly padded hourglass of her youth, the current state of her middle appeared perfect for consecutive hours of groping and exhaustive intercourse. And, as it was only excessive enough to push over her tights’ waistline just slightly (i.e., at its front and the peaks of her hips), the sight of it became a compliment for the thickness of her frame as opposed to a detractor for it. Even whilst hugged by the fabric of her tights, Shiori’s thighs and buttocks followed the lead established by her midsection as they always did. Equally without tone or muscle definition, the pillow-like plush of her thighs and the obese peach-like protrusion of her rear rendered the fabric of her tights as a second skin. This was to say that instead of holding her flesh in place as she moved, the pliant material moved with it. As a result, every bounce of her skip induced a muted clap of her buttocks’ undersides against the back of her thighs, and through them, the conduction of wobbles through her thigh flesh as well. Naturally, these sights would have been visually appealing with or without the motion that Shiori imposed on them. Mushy, near-beachball-scale buttocks as attached to a young woman of modest height with proportionally torso-dwarfing thighs represented a very difficult sight to turn away from—whether male, female, or otherwise. Understandably, these qualities were all the more appealing to the man that had married her. After several seconds of content staring at Shiori from the side, the arousal that invaded Rafael’s mind pushed him into a fresh stride into the living room. Comically, the moment he began traversing the distance that separated him from Shiori was the same moment that she recognized someone had entered the living room. Whipping her head towards its mouth, the sight of Rafael flushed her sweat-peppered profile into a state of peachy redness and replaced the jumbled exertion on her face with embarrassed frustration. So did this shift occur did her exercise program come to an end. “Mouuu!! Doushite konna ni hayai no? W-What the fuck! W-Why’re you back here so early? It smells like sweat in here and the living room looks like shit!” she groaned, angrily. “I-I thought you were going to be back closer to noon; that’s the only reason I even bothered starting with this!” “D-Don’t you dare fucking laugh, either. Nobody wants to fuck an old, overweight hag—not even you. I don’t have that much to do when you’re not here at the start of the day, s-so I wanted to try to get some exercise without going to a gym or whatever...” Wordless in the face of Shiori’s explanation, Rafael tried (unsuccessfully) to wipe away the grin that had spread across her lips for several seconds before abandoning the effort entirely. Past this, he defaulted to yet more staring at Shiori until the duration of his stare worked another exasperated huff out of the older woman. Not surprisingly, this one was far more venomous than the last. “N-Nani? W-What’re you staring for? I already explained what I’m doing, so get out so I can start cleaning up in here.” Shiori grumbled. “Maybe next time use your fucking phone or something and tell me when you’ll be back so I know how much time I have when I wake up? I mean, like, god. For someone who acts so smart, you’re crazy retarded sometimes…” Seconds on from her combined command and insult, the privacy that Shiori desired remained out of reach for her. Fixated on it all the same, she forcibly suppressed some of her embarrassment in hopes of motivating her husband with anger. Had she been able to manage this without darkening the flush on her face, it may well have worked as well. “I’m serious! Nikai ni agare—go the fuck upstairs! If you want to make fun of me, do it when you’re not tired–I don’t need you staring at me to know that my clothes don’t fit like they used to!” she barked. “Now go, or I’ll drag you there myself! Do you even know how long you’ve been awake for?” With the release of Shiori’s latest outburst came an influx of certainty. Experience had taught her that a certain amount of her temper was sufficient for making Rafael act, and as she had displayed it, the only thing that could follow from him was compliance. To her surprise, though, he refused to produce it. Unmoved by her seething, Rafael’s grin and posture remained as they had been following her outburst. More accurately, they were kept this way on purpose. Though Shiori did not know it, Rafael had maintained his resistance in hopes of drawing a particular reaction from her whilst the two of them remained in the living room. Like clockwork, his refusal to act turned her attention from rage to investigation. Necessarily, this sharpened the gaze that she had directed at him, and afterwards trailed her gaze all about his frame until the inevitable occurred. As any other wife might’ve, Shiori found the reason for his obstinance all on her own. Following a glance at his crotch and another back up at his face, she rolled her eyes and exhaled. “Maji? Kodomo ka? Are you 5 or something? You know you can just ask, right? What’s the point of marrying me and not using me to get off when you want to?” she suggested, frustration suddenly replaced by pouty acquiescence. “I assume you don’t give a fuck that I’m sweaty and gross, so let’s get this over with so you can sleep.” “Actually once sec—I just need to grab something first.” Much to Rafael’s surprise, Shiori’s words did not precede an immediate descent into action. Despite having taken care to expose her to the coiled log of pant-gloved cockflesh that had swelled at his crotch, her first move after catching sight of it was a retreat towards the kitchen. Within seconds of her descent into it, she remerged from its confines with a topless, half-full protein-shake bottle clutched within her right hand. Upon returning to his front, she produced what he had expected immediately. Expert and affectless, she dropped down into a mid-height squat supported on the tips of her sneaker-clad toes without any of the wobbly discomforts she had displayed whilst skipping. Leveling her chest with the face of his crotch, she solidified her intentions by setting her shake cup off to her left and reapplying her hands to the hem of his slacks. An instigator by nature, the time that she spent working the sweat-greased girth of his erection from out of the garment’s suffocation was time that Rafael spent prodding her. “…I haven’t really had much to say so far since you’ve been so on top of things, but what’s with the cup? You’re supposed to drink those shakes after a workout, right?” Evidently in no mood for conversation, Shiori responded by tightening her right hand’s grasp on the root of his cock and pressed her left up to the breast-inundated underside of her sports bra. Afterwards hopping backwards in her squat to accommodate his shaft’s length, she finally combined the placement of her hands in a deft slotting of the organ’s nose up through the sweat-glutted underside of her cleavage. As the imposing spire’s inches were swallowed between her mounds, a vague answer for Rafael’s question slipped through her lips. “Henji shinai. Nope, not answering that. Stop worrying about me and start concentrating on blowing a fat load of nut between my tits.” she exhaled, flatly. “I’m serious. If this takes too long, I’m just going to assume you hate me or something.” As if to convey the solidity of her intent, Shiori followed up the impression of Rafael’s erection between her breasts by firmly sandwiching her palms into the covered outer sides of her mounds. As soon as the drooling nose of his glans breached through the sweat-moistened peak of her cleavage—this coinciding with a wet SCHLP noise better suited for the slippage of cockflesh through a wet orifice—she snapped her palms up to the dead center of her mounds outer faces and pressed them far enough inward to apply a ‘choke point’ just above the midsection of his length. Where she might’ve otherwise focused herself on this point, her frustration with her husband turned this compression into an example. Gifted with an excess of breastflesh perfectly suited for swallowing the 13-inch flesh loaf that her husband maintained, Shiori brandished her years-honed mastery over her frame with a simple flick of her wrists. Through one, she sent the phallus sandwich she had created soaring upwards. Applying pressure from her forearms throughout, she smoothly ground her breasts right up to the nose of his erection with a force sufficient for threading a healthy wad of precum up through his urethra along with them. Unbothered by the impression of squirming cockveins into the plush of her mounds and the vigorous throbbing that the organ projected against them, she completed the 6-inch stroke without so much as a stutter. Here, another flick of her wrists sent the stifling embrace of her tits downwards. With the same ease that she choked her sandwich upwards, Shiori slanted her wrists along a downward crescent (i.e., from peak to tail of “)” ) into its meat to push it downwards. Equally immune to the throbs that she earned from the organ throughout (and more saliently, the dribbling descent of precum between her tits), her return to her start point served as the first leg in what turned out to be a voracious bounce of her gleaming breastflesh from the peak of Rafael’s shaft to its midsection. Conveyed through the metronome was a perfect blend of Shiori’s past and present. Despite believing herself to be largely detached from the majority of sex acts, the writhing expulsions of precum that she worked out between her breasts and the level of effort involved with her strokes eventually worked a fresh, sweat-peppered flush to prominence at the middle of her face. Features otherwise flat in spite of this, she maintained her stroking chain without applying any alterations in response to the consistent Splup produced each time she pierced her makeshift orifice all the way through. Provided familiarity with her, one could have easily mistaken her for squatting in the midst of yet another soulless attempt at milking one of her customers dry. The reality of her presence, and for that matter, her approach, could not have been more different than this, however. Not even a minute into initiating her sweat-greased stroke, Shiori abandoned it with an especially tight-drawn wringing of her mounds up to a complete envelopment of Rafael’s cocktip. Here, it became apparent that she was only getting started. “Manzokushiteimasu ka？There, happy now? You’re always talking about how you don’t care when I’m sweaty or gross, so getting your dick lathered with my titsweat must’ve been at least a little nice for you, right?” she suggested, tone somehow still disconnected from her inquiry. “Whether you wanna admit it or not doesn’t matter. I know you better than most people, so you have no excuse.” “By the end of this, there better not be even a drop of stinking cockjuice left in your balls.” Despite the tinge of petulance that remained in the delivery of Shiori’s utterances, her usual brand of cutting seriousness remained the dominant aspect of every word that left her lips. Had this not been the case, her actions dictated that those who heard her speak—namely Rafael—would be unable to perceive things differently. Because of them, the full length of his dark brown shaft sat greased with a mixture of fresh breast sweat and precum. A potent additive in and of itself, Shiori’s application of lubrication proved to be a small part in the overall scale of her plan. Without waiting to entertain any sort of flippant response from the man above her, she swapped out her two-handed compression of her breasts for a fat-accentuating belting of her titsleeve’s midsection around the peak of his cock. First dropping her hands away from their sides, she subsequently ‘collected’ the majority of their plush against the underside of her left forearm on her way to hugging the limb across them as a makeshift latch. What this embrace lacked in tightness was made up for in spades with the freedom that it provided to her. Right hand left unused and unencumbered, she raised it up to the right side of her mouth, then parted her lips to expose her tongue. The exposure of her tongue invited an outflow of dense saliva across its face. Already meaty enough and lengthy enough to draw attention on its own, the rivulets of lubrication that descended from its face at last forced Rafael into a dedicated observation of Shiori’s methods. Yet again, stimulation was key in this. On top of the cock-fattening sight that she produced with her mouth, the maintained descent of saliva across her tongue amounted to an accumulation of the substance at the peak of her arm sandwiched tits. A fair volume of the substance transitioned straight into a glutting of the sleeve’s interior, but after a certain point, the sheer amount of resin that Shiori drooled out resulted in the creation of a transparent puddle right above the sandwiched swell of his glans. Before his shaft could acclimate to the streaks of warmth sliding down the opposing sides of his member and the excess wadded atop it, Shiori put them to use in tandem. Following another tightening of the single-armed embrace applied across her chest, she heaved its position upwards to squeeze gooey titflesh up as far as the peak of Rafael’s glans. Throughout, the pressure created by her forearm and the newly saliva-greased confines of her titpussy combined to push a short-lived SCHLP~! sound out into the open air. Assessed solely on quality, the inundation in the noise suggested that Rafael’s shaft had been squeezed through an arousal-drenched cunt that had sat in wait for his meat for minutes on end. Privy to what such noises often meant for the perception of her efforts, Shiori supplemented her latest stroke the moment the noise hit her ears. First loosening her forearm noose to allow the slimy inner bloat of her titsleeve to fall along several inches of her suitor’s length, the return of its glans to the midway point between her mounds prompted an immediate, vein-swallowing elevation of their flesh right back to its tip. From this drive came several others that combined to present Shiori’s efforts as truly whorish. Whilst guttural slurping noises wrought from her tits caking with sweat, saliva, and precum were fished from between her mounds as she pulled her vice upwards, each descent of her forearm dropped enough of their undersides against her chest to create a wet PLAPP noise akin to what a crotch’s impact against a pair of asscheeks might produce. Noises aside, the effectiveness of the strokes was visible in their execution. During her ascents, Shiori tightly hugged greasy breastflesh in against the opposing sides of Rafael’s length with enough compression to submerge its veins into the buoyant plush of her titfat. Through this, she mitigated its monstrous throbbing and writhing, and briefly fabricated an extremely wet and humid pocket of smothering between her tits. Whilst driving them away from his shaft’s peak, she loosened the tightness of this hug just enough to allow gravity to aid in mushing her tits downwards. In the process, the mixed lubrication wadded between the sacs was smeared across the spire down to a depth near its midsection, and the sex-worn battering ram of glans flesh at its peak was pushed through a pleasant breach between her sandwich’s peak. As the man that these strokes were applied to, Rafael did not need to watch Shiori’s execution to understand its potency. Seconds into it, the suffocating pleasure that was driven into his member threatened to wring the growing payload of nut at the root of his shaft up through it at any given moment. In spite of the sensation’s potency, he watched anyway. As Shiori refused to close her mouth—this leading to an outflow of short pants as the pumping of her arm grew more vigorous—the sights and sounds that she offered alongside her titjob quickly became integral parts of his overall experience. Consequentially, he began fixating. As the pressure at the root of his member became more obscene and the timed “Hu(s)♥” puffed between Shiori’s lips more perverse, Rafael forgot his position in favor of single-minded fixation on his release. Impressively, the same moment that his mind descended into this was one that Shiori used to up the intensity of her approach. “H-Hora, dashite. C-Come on. Blow your load between my tits already. You’re getting everything you want on top of me making a stupid whore out of myself.” she began, fingers sliding from out of the edge of her mouth. “I already know that you like when my mouth is open like that. Do you have any idea how hard it is to do this while milking your dick between my tits?” “Oppai nurunuru deshou？Actually, my tits are disgusting now, too, aren’t they? My drool made them even sloppier than they were with sweat on them, so you’re not missing out on anything. Y-You get to listen to a bunch of nasty slurping noises the same way you would if you were fucking me or something.” “Is that really not enough? I swear you only get off to like, the worst shit and you think it’s funny for some reason…” “Doesn’t really matter, though. I know you; you’re pretty close, though, so if you were even thinking about keeping this up, forget it:” “Like it or not, you’re going to baste my tits with your cockjuice in just a second.” In defiance of the defeatist annoyance installed within her utterances, Shiori moved from speech to action at the drop of a hat. Before anything else, she dropped her right hand away from her mouth and resumed the double-palmed compression of her breasts around Rafael’s length. “Oops. I need both hands, so if you want my mouth open, you’re going to have to do it yourself.” she started, tone dominated by ostensible indifference. “It won’t matter in a bit though, so choose fast.” Intentions stated, Shiori again applied a focused pump of her breastsleeve’s interior against the peak inches of her husband’s shaft. This time sandwiching her palms inwards to the extent the modest amounts of titfat rose up from between the creases of her fingers, she thereafter applied all of the pressure that she generated to a rapidfire grind of its gooey interior against the most sex-worn nerve endings his shaft had to offer. Following a handful of repetitions, she turned her gaze upwards. Features seemingly sweaty and indifferent, she offered herself as an underutilized canvas in expectation of a particular reaction from her husband. When she received it— ‘it’ in this case being a forced spreading of the right side of her mouth with a sudden stab from his hand, she intensified her performance even further. “Uhi, uhi, uhi. Y-You’re gonna blow a load of squirming cockjuice because of how sweaty and slimy your wife’s sowtits are. Y-You’re gonna impregnate her titpussy because of how backed up and annoying you are.” “H-Hurry up and cu–” BLORRSH Mere words out from the end of her instigation, the sum that Shiori had hoped to earn through them was dumped out onto her all at once. Suddenly more aware of the crippling stimulation he had endured up until this point, Rafael soldiered through an additional 5 seconds of masturbatory draining before a reflexive thrust from his crotch initiated an ascent of wadded semen through his urethra. The sudden collapse of his resistance was a testament to Shiori’s capacity as a spouse. For as much as she claimed frustration and indifference, she displayed no hesitation in combining the things that she knew her husband would enjoy in order to drive him over the edge of his resistance. Achieving the result that she desired did not result in a drop in effort for her, either. When Rafael’s thrust pushed his glans up past the peak of her cleavage, she responded immediately by driving the embrace of her breasts upwards to swallow it again. Re-enveloped just in time for the eruption of his first double-thick thread of wadded reproductive batter to erupt out into a compressed explosion between her tits, the warm creaming sensation that she acquired from this became a form of motivation for her. In response to it, she sharpened her hearing to count the number of muted BLORP… noises that rumbled out from between her tits following the first, and thereafter committed herself to mentally measuring the size of the porridge-sludge expulsions that were blasted between her mounds. After the fourth, she dove downwards. As a result of his glans’ compression between her breasts, the inches-long threads of bulbous semen that wormed their way up through his length amounted to a fast-growing cream filling of her breast orifice’s interior. Abnormally voluminous and muddily virile, a trio of these sufficed for a complete inundation of its core (i.e., the dead center where Rafael’s glans sat). Whilst committed to allowing Rafael to seed her breasts as she had promised, Shiori had long since maintained ‘other’ plans for the majority of his orgasm. As such, she allowed four flesh-wobbling rumbles of seed to compile atop one another between her mounds before pushing her lips down to the pube-flecked peak of her cleavage. In time with this, she drove her mounds downward. Applying a final encouraging stroke across the wrist-wide trunk of Rafael’s cock throughout, she exposed the erupting nose of his erection just long enough for her to plug the plush of her lips atop it as the nose of an extremely potent condom. From this point onward, she focused herself on retention. Uterus made to clench and wriggle by the ejection of a steaming wad of cockjuice out to a wide splatter against the back of her throat, she fought off the urge to hungrily chug to glut that jetted across her tongue for the sole purpose of packing her mouth with it. As could be expected from one of her husband’s orgasms, this proved easier said than done. After only a trio of expulsions, the entire face of her tongue was smothered underneath a segmented blanket of nut whose contents fed into an even larger puddle at the back of her throat. By the time 10 streaked across her tongue, the layering of additional threads atop one another and the nauseating thickness that they maintained enlisted the space between her cheeks in containing the substance. Ultimately swelled to a modest bloat that necessitated a second burbled displacement of nut through her nostrils, the end of Rafael’s orgasm painted a very familiar picture of the volume of semen he had stockpiled since his last release. On her way to this point, Shiori limited herself to thoughts of catharsis and practicality: Specifically, she mitigated her cunt’s drooling into the crotch of her tights by reminding herself that work remained for her yet. “Uuuu, kosugiru…Two days at whatever job he does and this is the kind of gross load he shoots out. It’s so thick and smelly that my tongue is gonna end up stained again.” she complained. “I-I’d be dying or something if he fucked this inside of me. Not that having my tits stained with it is much better, I guess…” “Ughh, fuck. Zamen notakuteiru—it’s wriggling on my tongue so much. He needs to hurry the fuck up and finish so I can do this already. I-It’s already fucked now that I have nut drooling out of my nose, but I can’t take much more than this…” “Finally! God, I was about to squirt!” With only seconds the spare, the end of Rafael’s orgasm allowed Shiori to peel her lips off of the nose of his length whilst leaving only a hearty dollop of discolored cockjuice behind her. Behind the SHLORP! that this produced, she dropped her breasts away from Rafael’s cock entirely. Opting to take a slow-and-steady approach as opposed to abandoning them all at once, she lewdly peeled the mounds apart from one another so as to display the extent of the yellow-white clogging that her breast orifice had endured. In doing so, she presented a wide splatter of discolored dough surrounded by several long, grossly overfed suspension bridges of semen. These set ahead of the concrete, centrally-located splotch that spread away from the dead center of her mounds, their placement imitated the consequences of a reproductive explosion right between her breasts. Shiori could have stopped here, but she didn’t. As soon as she finished with displaying the contrastive splatters of yellow-white nut across the complexion of her tits, she dropped their mass down to a wet clop against her chest and sought out the shake bottle she had set aside minutes prior. Bracing it with both hands after drawing it off of the ground with only her right, she leveled its front rim directly beneath her semen greased lips and suggestively flicked her line of sight upwards before halting its ascent altogether. Finally, in response to minutes of yearning from her tastebuds, she spewed. Parting her lips without any urgency, she created a gap wide enough for the denatured sludge inside her mouth to lazily drool out of it as a single lengthy sheet of virile slop. The amount of perversion that she injected into this was borderline unfair. Without breaking eye contact or quivering at the squid-based flavor that ran across her tastebuds, she allowed blubbery outflows of semen to cleanly ooze out of her mouth as a topping for the loose milkiness of her protein shake. Paying no mind to the pubes left at the edges of her mouth, or more saliently, the sheer amount of time that was required for her mouth to empty, she maintained her position until the mudslide that flowed between her lips thinned to a trickle. Straight afterwards, she licked her lips clean and produced a casual, single-handed brandishing of the near-full bottle as though it was not exactly what it appeared to be. “T-There—now you know what the bottle was for. If I’m gonna be drinking your jizz anyway, I may as well have it with my shake so it doesn’t taste so raw.” she explained, voice congested and jumpy. “I’m not gonna make you cum again after this, so try not to…stare too hard, or whatever.” “Or do it anyway, I don’t care. It’s for you in the first place.” Warnings rendered mute by the lustful flush that remained on her face, Shiori’s explanation amounted to a call to attention for Rafael. Urged on by it, he trained his orgasm-addled gaze back onto her face in time with the settlement of her shake bottle’s rim against her bottom lip. Not long afterwards, Shiori compensated him for his effort with a simple tilt of her wrist. Again displaying her whorish indifference to all things sexual (or at the very least, her willingness to perform all manner of sex acts for a purpose), she tilted her fluid-packed bottle sharply enough to initiate a milkshake-like tumble of fluid into her mouth. Described shortly, the manner in which she consumed the mixed semen and vanilla-flavored supplement mirrored the chugging of a lurid ice-cream float. Whereas the lukewarm shake contents underneath the layers of semen she had spit up flowed into her mouth as a normal fluid, the semen situated on top of it was carried to an impact with Shiori’s upper lip. So as to consume both at an equal pace, she was forced to slurp wads of nut into her mouth alongside her normal beverage, and afterwards blend mouthfuls of the two ‘fluids’ within her mouth while chewing. The end result of this was a half-minute ordeal dominated by vibrant SCLRSH(s) from her cheeks and growling gurgling from the face of her neck as she swallowed. Needless to say, the difficulties that she appeared to endure were no different than a frame for a masterfully crafted picture that you wouldn’t need something like 10000 words to explain since. As her final stretch of squirming flotsam passed across her tongue, Shiori produced a final noisy gulp, swallowed, and spoke out again with an impressively stable diction. Had she something to restrict the trembling of her lips and the visible dribbling of syrup through the crotch of her tights, her presentation of herself would have been perfect. “…Done. N-Now c—aahp♥—ome on. Be-hyed…” now dogged equally by burbles of semen at the back of her throat and the mild orgasm rippling through her lower lips, aspects of Shiori’s diction left much to be desired. Nevertheless, she remained coherent. “W-What? A-Are you saying you’re not tired after that?” she asked. “If it’s t—hic♥—hat, I can’t help you.” Though further silence suited Rafael perfectly, the culmination of Shiori’s squatted efforts fostered a desire for speech in him in a way that few other things could. Again finding her eyes with his own, the weariness that they contained was suddenly accented by sly intent. “Well, if you’re really curious, I’m exhausted.” he replied, smiling. “But, y’know,” “If you really think I’m just going to sleep after watching that, you’re in for a little disappointment.” - SURPRISE The orgasm that Rafael received from Shiori was a double-edged sword in the truest sense of the term. In spite of his exacerbating his fatigue several times over in the space of a half hour or so, the endorphins and adrenaline that accompanied his release (and as well, the stunning mental images that Shiori had created with her display) left his mind in a state of ‘wakefulness’ that did not mesh well with an immediate attempt at sleep. In recognition of the fact that he had brought his plight on himself, Rafael took it upon himself to table a potential solution. Rather than uselessly lay across their bed whilst Shiori proceeded with her day, he suggested—and later imposed—that he shadow Shiori throughout whatever plans she had made for the day. In doing so, he aimed to kill two birds with a single stone: a rare few hours of daytime spent with Shiori in a functional state, and an effective way of properly exhausting himself. Being herself, Shiori fought tooth and nail to be left alone: primarily for her peace of mind, but just as well so that her husband might make the most of the relief she had provided. In the end, her best efforts at hissing and arguing lost out to the preferences of the organs between her legs. Simply, her desire to impose what was best for her spouse (as her position dictated) was just slightly overwhelmed by her biological desire for his presence. From this was born a second compromise that was set on top of the first. Opting to put off her indoor chores for later within the day, Shiori angrily suggested that Rafael assist her with grocery shopping for the house while he remained conscious enough to do so. Presenting the suggestion as an angry demand, she subsequently attempted to storm off to make herself presentable for a trip outside the confines of the house. She did not get very far, however. Partway through her retreat, Rafael suggested that the sooner the two of them departed, the sooner he’d be able to return home and sleep. Referencing all of her complaints about his fatigue, he used her own words as a means of dragging her into a situation that favored him— Or more accurately, one that favored the incessant desire that had been ignited at his crotch. - APPROXIMATELY 1.5 HOURS LATER— The frequency with which the average person will progress down a vacant alleyway adjacent to a residential grocery store is such that those with knowledge of the statistic find themselves compelled to make use of it for their own ends. Small-time hustlers sometimes opt to distribute their products in these locations, and for one reason or another, gangsters are known to carry out demonstrative beatings of their victims here as well. Although acts such as these are among the first that one might imagine when one discusses the ‘purpose’ served by an empty alley, there exists a use case more prevalent than either of them that most rarely consider: The use of a grocery store alley as an impromptu location for intercourse. “Koko de? Hontou? Why here? Like, what is wrong with you? You’re not going to die waiting 15 minutes, y’know.” “Fine, I guess. You’re dealing with it if anything bad happens, so just start so I can help. You’re probably going to have to keep me quiet somehow as well, but if you’re going this far, odds are you didn’t really care about that in the first place.” Cool voice rendered jumpy by arousal, Shiori spoke these words into the humid air ahead of her in hopes that they might somehow shorten the amount of time that she would be made to persist in it. Drawn into its interior only moments after completing the shopping that she had planned, the presence—and ultimately, the touch—of her errand’s hanger-on had left her with little choice but to follow along. Now, these same things demanded that she participate in something that she was embarrassingly familiar with. Wrought from her response was a deft peel of her sweat-adhered leggings down across the glossed length of her legs and an effective tugging of its hold off of her ankles. A moment later, the same hand responsible for these things peeled the moistened face of her panties out of contact with the face of her lower lips’ fat, and afterwards found the underside of her right thigh. At no point throughout this gut-warming turn of events did Shiori imagine that her stipulations would be attended to. In her expansive experience with intercourse in alleyways, she believed that her suitor would sooner masturbate and finish with her exposed folds than they'd recall one of her requests. Much like the majority of her erroneous beliefs, this was a force of habit that she worked on a daily basis to stifle. As such, it did not come as a significant surprise to her when her right leg was upturned against the wall behind her. The alignment of a brutish wedge of throbbing glans flesh at the lust-fattened face of her cunt did not worry her either. Though recent years had given the sensation a great deal of meaning to her, her body’s familiarity with it was such that she could ‘manage’ no matter how it was applied. What did, however, jarred her considerably. In order, a curled drive from Rafael’s hips and lower body smashed the greased meat of his length through an angled crawl up between her lower lips and into the lust-glutted confines of her cunt. Not a moment after the familiar rigidity of his crotch was ground against the sensitive meat of her lower lips, his lips found the surface of her own— Just as the width of his forearm found the face of her neck and the underside of her kneecap. “Don’t worry, I’ll figure something out.” replying with lips freshly drenched in her saliva, Rafael provided this assurance with only a hint of lust clinging to his voice. “In the meantime, you can just worry about using this to burn off some of the fat that you’re worried about,” “Exercise is exercise, right?” Whereas his words inspired a degree of calm and confidence, Rafael’s actions up until this point set his frame on a fast track to failure. Only separated from his last orgasm by an hour or so, digging his erection up into the sleeve of congested flesh between Shiori’s legs spiked an immediate desire for release up through his crotch. Better, or perhaps worse still, the initial proximity between his face and her own and the kiss that he drove against her lips subjected him to the combined scents of semen and protein shake that lingered atop her lips—a perverse aroma that rendered her presence even more arousing than it was by default. His grasp on his convictions was all that preserved him. Having departed with Shiori in his street clothes for the express purpose of accosting her body somewhere down the line, his worn frame stood unwilling to allow the opportunity that he had created to go to waste. Thusly, he bit the bullet. Leaning back towards Shiori’s front after speaking—this done for the sole purpose of slanting more of his body weight behind his thrusts, he thereafter snapped himself into a vigorously masturbatory skewering of her folds that maintained the slightest compression of her windpipe. Yet to abandon any of its phallus-draining tightness or sweltering heat in the years that he had spent goring it, every hooked thrust he completed was completed under ‘duress’ created by the stifling (and addictive) conditions of Shiori’s folds. Fattened by lust, but nevertheless pliant in the face of a phallus whose length and girth left her canal choked and her cervix’s pudge compressed, the confines of her womanhood constituted a proactive sleeve perfect for self-stimulation. Hooking retractions of just over half of his meat from its depths carried viscous splatters of cuntsyrup out alongside it—these in turn becoming a warming grease for the next thrust that he completed. Throughout them, the tightness of her inner walls applied a sucking sensation along his mast potent enough to induce pleasant convulsions through the meat of his length. Through this, every hooked hilt he completed after one of these reactions—split-second plunges that scrubbed the bloat of his cockveins across the fattened congestion of her inner walls—elicited a muted splatter of the substance right as the nose of his trunk completed a punch against her cervix. Through them, the slamming compression of the fat at Shiori’s mons against his crotch became a slimy, squishy affair whose qualities inspired further aggression within him. Soon enough, the nature of his thrust produced pleasurable additives for him to enjoy as well. The longer that he maintained his thrusts, the more syruped lubrication Shiori’s folds spewed to compensate for its presence. As sheets of slime began hanging between the edges of his mast and the face of her cunt, harsh slurping noises became part and parcel to every blow he delivered. Respectively, his slamming hilts acquired a distinctly fleshly PLRSH and the slightest extraction of his length a short-lived slurping noise whose reproduction made it seem as though Shiori’s insides were attempting to suck his length dry. On their own, these sensations tempted his frame into a needless acceleration of the curling stabs he produced with his crotch. As was the case with all of her holes, unadulterated access to it swiftly became a narcotic that he could not help but overindulge in. Addiction was not the sum of his experience, however. Throughout the same minutes that he spent rifling his member through Shiori’s folds, most of Rafael’s attentions sat directed at Shiori herself. In particular, his eyes took in the sight of her ‘unaffected’ profile as it became increasingly strained by hissing and sexual stimulation. In many ways, this sight was just as appealing as goring the meat of her cunt around his cock. Even after several minutes of sex, a jagged scowl remained spread across her face, and the drool-edged panting that defined her breathing had yet to devolve into the useless cooing of a less-seasoned whore. Bluntly, she was almost rigid; more reserved than she needed to be, and seemingly content in spite of it. Before long, the sight of her inspired Rafael to action. In the midst of working the depth and pace of his thrusts up to a state that regularly attacked Shiori’s middle with the outline of his length, he pushed his unoccupied right hand down to a position just above her right hip. This done, a pinching of his thumb, index, and middle fingers against the endearing sheet of pudge at the edge of her waistline extracted more noise from her than his cock had produced in minutes. “This is what you’re trying to get rid of, right? Just this tiny bit of fat, right?” he started, calmly. “If you ask me, it’s not worth worrying about. You’re not that old, and there isn’t really a reason that you need to be pencil thin to begin with.” “I’m still happy to help you try and lose it, though. Exerting yourself getting gutted up against a wall like this has to count for something right?” Stung by an embarrassment originating in words and touch, Shiori burst. “A-As if you’d know shit about it! Looking good u-used to be part of my job, remember?” she spat, perspiring features abruptly invaded by a warm flush. “T-This much fat isn’t good, s-so stop touching it already! J-Just hurry up—you need t-to—uuwghh~—g-go home and pass out, r-remember?” “If you wanna call me f-fat, d-doue it’h when w-we’re not outside!” All at once, Shiori’s words caused her front to crumble. Try as she might to remain as a silent participant, the strain in her voice and the slurring of her words suggested that she was deriving a great deal of pleasure from proceedings as well. Before anything else, this knowledge inspired Rafael to sharpen his thrusts even further. Turning each one into an invasion of Shiori’s frame that delivered jarring thuds through her body cavity, he intentionally pummeled the entranceway to her womb with his heaviest, most lubrication-greased thrusts yet. Necessarily, this pressed his chest into contact with the warmed mass of her breasts and again set his features near to contact with her own. “You weren’t listening, were you? I just said that the way you look is fine.” he began, simply. “And sure, I might not know anything about what’s supposed to look good these days, but that doesn’t mean that I can’t point out what appeals to me.” “It’s no problem, though. You’re not going to say it, but if I’m going to need to show you something to get my point across, right?” On purpose, Shiori refrained from responding to these words. Half pouting and half scowling, she limited herself to silence lest her voice betray her further. Rafael hadn’t expected any more from her than this. “Alright, don’t say you didn’t ask for it.” he replied, grinning. As soon as these words left his lips, his attention shifted back to the delivery of his thrusts. Deepening his forearm’s impression into Shiori’s neck, he abruptly adjusted the delivery of his thrusts to take advantage of the biased exposure of her lower lips. In the blink of an eye, his strokes became an outright jackhammering of her cunt’s squirting pudge. Beginning with an especially firm upward hilt of his crotch that saw his squirt-soaked testicles slapped against Shiori’s taint, every pump of his erection from this point onward scarcely removed a third of his mast from her depths. In return, his blows acquired a grinding impact that never failed to muddle the expressionless frustration that she liked to present. Whereas his thrusts up until this point had squeezed the underside and face of his mast through her cunt at a regular pace—thereby allowing the squirting hole a pocket of respite from time to time—these wrenched and punched the majority of his cock back and forth through her depths without once allowing her hole a moment’s rest. As a result, the squirming, over-lubricated confines of her cunt were turned against her—depending on one’s perspective of the sides held in this gay fucking turn of phrase I decided on. At the cost of draining contractions of his abdominals and an increasingly disturbing inundation of his cockroot with semen, Rafael reduced her innards to a seizing sleeve whose sole purpose was to hug the trunk of his cock and suckle at its tip. At the end of a given stab, he intentionally drove his crotch further inward with his hips to dig his glans a fraction of an inch deeper against her cervix. Then, in the blink of an eye, he bounced backwards to rob the button of its suckling whilst at the same time disrupting the needy huddle of her inner walls against his girth. Supplementing the raw stimulation that his intimate gutting created was a ceaseless chain of womb-rattling thuds knocked up against Shiori’s core. Each heralded by violent PLATT noises produced by the clapping of her mons fat and the perpetual displacement of squirt through her folds, the combination of these noises served as a brace with which to hold her attentions on the experience of her fucking. Suffice to say, very little tightness was required to accomplish this— From the moment Rafael’s thrusts resumed in earnest, the spearing of her cunt together became the only thing that she could think about. “Mattaku. W-What the fuck is he trying to prove. O-Obviously my cunt’s gonna end up useless if he fucks it like this–w-what’s the point of doing things this way when he could just beat up my insides and c-cum some other way.” she thought to herself. “Does he want to see me make some s-stupid face that bad? It can’t be that fucking attractive, c-can it–I can barely breathe, all I’ve done in the last hour is take dick, so i-it’s guaranteed to look like shit anyway!” “H-His fucking cock won’t stop throbbin’–tch MOU II!” “ENOUGH! H-He’s not going to stop unless he sees s-somethin’, so I’ll show him somethin’! If he doesn’t cum after this, he’s actually just fucking hopeless…” Mentally loosened for each stamp of Rafael’s’ crotch against the reddened face of her crotch, Shiori’s musings were eventually consumed by the yearnings of her feminine innards. Where she might’ve otherwise produced what she believed her husband wished to see in a display of silent indifference, her light-headedness (and venomous temper) coaxed an outburst from her at perhaps the worst juncture possible. “Hayaku dashite. H-Hurry up and splatter your fucking load inside me. D-Do you have any idea how embarrassing getting caught like thi’sh would be!? she stammered eyes lidded by lust and profile caught between a pleasure grimace and a scowl. “I-I’ve drank tons of your nut t-today, so I don’t care how much it is–y-you can stu–huff♥ m-my womb with it if you need to–” “J-Just blast your smelly cockjui’sh inside me and finish using your onahole alre–mmpph♥.” At the root of the ‘danger’ surrounding Shiori’s outburst was her propensity for prolonged fits of sullen barking, and the implications of the tone that she was most likely to produce. Together, these things combined to form a signal that Rafael had prepared himself to respond to. Like this, the moment that she produced it at became the same moment he burst. Beating his member through a final trio of gut-fattening hilts all throughout her squealing, the sensation of warmth surging up from the root of his erection motivated him to end proceedings in the only way that he knew how. One after another, he stamped his lips into another invasive kiss against Shiori’s and slammed his cock down to another hilt inside her right as the beginnings of his orgasm exploded out of the tip of his cock. Expectedly, both of these things produced a wealth of noise. PLATT—PLATT— PLORSH!!! Just as his kiss took advantage of the submissive buzz that had infected Shiori’s psyche, his final curved hilt up through the gluey confines of her cunt leveraged their capitulation to the fullest. Inner walls spread with next to no resistance and cervix plugged, and soon enough wedged full of pulsing glans flesh, his writhing erection completed a definitive invasion of the humid guts surrounding it just in time for the arrival of his breaking point. Another unruly eruption of semen followed in its wake. Initiated with an audible GLRRP indicative of a massive injection of sludge into a narrow pocket of flesh, the seconds that followed choked the air with gut-wrenching burbling noises timed to individual expulsions of viscous cocksludge into the infant-starved confines of her uterus. Both of these events were every bit of as slovenly and vehement as they sounded. Predisposed towards submission by several years of rehabilitative gutting from Rafael’s cock, the permissive, almost gelatinous state of Shiori’s cervix facilitated a harshly pressurized passage of semen into her uterus. Following a split second of clotted build-up at the button’s face, the full volume of his orgasm’s beginnings was all but sucked out into wide, squirming punches against her womb’s ceiling. Drawn down into a volume-consuming pool within the organ by gravity (this as a result of the position that Rafael had taken Shiori from), the stomach-like wobbling of the organ’s exterior that this explosion produced was swiftly supplemented by jiggles and shudders indicative of its plumping by something bloated and batter-like. Whereas the blubbered virility of Rafael’s semen and the portly sperm cells that it contained may’ve suggested otherwise, these reactions were wholly a product of Shiori’s readiness for insemination. Through the frequency at which she endured brain-addling sex and the ripening of her innards to a feminine ideal, her womb obtained a pliancy meant to better facilitate a drowning of her ovaries with semen. As well, her cervix acquired a shameless willingness to facilitate the organ’s inundation whether Shiori desired as much or not. Consequently, the wobbling and fattening of her uterus was prolonged in accommodation of Rafael’s release. When a compressed streak of nut was added into the organ-fattening reservoir bloating the sac, the jarring of its meat prompted a loosening of its flesh, and in turn, a slight expansion of its scale. Further, as more and more of the chewable mire was pushed against itself within her, the ‘mouths’ feeding into her feminine tubing were subjected to increasing amounts of squirming molestation. Subjection to these conditions very nearly pushed Shiori’s innards into a fit of off-cycle ovulation. Presently, they desired nothing more than this themselves; for each second her womb was plumped, squirms within her ovaries and convulsions within her inner walls attempted to convey this to Rafael’s shaft as loudly as possible. In the midst of this, Shiori held her ground as the only thing that separated them from the state that they desired. Despite the activation of every reproductive instinct that her body maintained and the several squirting orgasms she had endured up until this point, her beliefs about herself and the ‘nature’ of her relationship with the man basting her innards with genetic material required that she do her utmost to reject the very idea of pregnancy. Success at this did not come cheaply. Although her delusions about her value as a woman provided her with a foundation to stand on, denying her body one of its most fundamental processes required a great deal of willpower from her–willpower that she needed to produce under varying amounts of duress. Expectedly, the spontaneity, and to an extent, the brutality of Rafael’s latest assault left her mind to teeter on the edge of complete capitulation. On top of the heat, weight, and squirming plugged into the most sensitive slot of flesh within her body, the writhing of tongue flesh at the back of her throat and the mixed pain and pleasure at her neck attacked her psyche with the same imperatives that her womanhood squealed approval for. In the moment, denying them required Shiori to deceive herself whilst the inner world of her mind was repeatedly disturbed by the gurgling coagulation of semen within her womb. “Uwuhhhhh…” “‘heww d-don’t wanna get pregnant. I-It’sh n-not good…” thoughts slurred by pleasure, not even their tone sat in congruence with the rejection she wished to attain. “R-Rafael doesn’ wan…a-a baby with me. H-He’s only d-dumping out s-so much cockjuice because h-he’s a stubborn idioo-uuggh–t♥.” “I-I can’t do a lot, s’sho I have to b e able t’do this’h. I-I’ll let him fatten my womb a’sh -much as he wants, b-but I won’t get pegnant.” “Iwon’tget pregnannnn ♥...” Once again, repeating these thoughts (and others like them) to herself sufficed as the mental stopper that Shiori required. Throughout the remainder of Rafael’s release, none of its consequences succeeded in displacing her mind from its position. The choked backdrafts of excess semen through her uterus were ignored as a necessity, and her spirited reciprocation of Rafael’s kiss a ‘treat’ that she could afford to indulge herself in. Not even the languid plumping of her already chubby middle by the meat of her uterus bothered her much–this in spite of the sensations of warmth and fullness that they introduced into her core. Ultimately, the only ‘struggles’ that she endured came after her suitor’s final dollop of seed rose to an impotent blurt out of the tip of his shaft. Now worn even further beyond what was the norm for him, Rafael failed to moderate himself in the wake of his orgasm. Still reeling from his seconds spent enjoying the euphoria of drilling his seed into the woman that his frame desired to impregnate, he carelessly unplugged his cock from her folds–this without first considering what might come as a result of doing so. Behind the mired SCHLRSH that it induced came two different noises from two different events. Jarred by the sudden evacuation of studded cockflesh through its midst, Shiori’s cunt produced a hissing splatter of her syrupy lubrication that drenched the floor of the alley with fresh streaks of slop. Then, when at last the excavated confines of her reddened slit were left ‘empty’, the semen clogged within it throughout the backend of Rafael’s release burst from the spread mouth of her folds in the form of a blubbered deluge that made the widened span of her lower lips appear tiny by comparison. On contact with the ground, the majority of this expulsion created a vile *PLURP all too fitting for the discolored puddle that it created. No less masculine for his eccentricities, Rafael’s gaze slipped downwards the moment these sounds hit his ears. At the sight of what he had produced, he dropped his forearm away from Shiori’s neck and carefully lowered her upturned leg back to the ground. Wisely, he braced the opposing sides of her hips straight afterwards. “Ah haha…guess I sort of overdid it. On the bright side, at least we did all of the shopping before this, right?” he began, lips stretched into a jovial yet nervous grin. “We do have to think about getting back home, but uh…” “Maybe I should be the one to worry about that, huh?” Towards the end of his address, Shiori’s eyes ceased their orgasmic fluttering and returned to the stringent, cutting configuration that she often applied for her scowls. Next, her groan-choked maw slipped close, and the useless trembling of her frame was terminated so as to push her seething profile to a stare at the man ahead of her. Incidentally, the combination of these shifts with the sweaty dishevelment of the rest of her profile made for an expression more endearing than fear-inspiring. “A-Atari mae da, boke! Y-You think, stupid? I-I was going to say, if you thought I’d be walking anytime soon after all of this, y–your dick must’ve actually fried your brain!” snapped, Shiori voice thin and breathy. “I-I can barely stand, much less walk. I’m gonna have gross jizz dribbling into my panties the whole way too, s-so we’re at least waiting until more of it drains out.” “I-I don’t give a FUCK if you’re tired, either. You’re the one who wanted an alley of fucking places, so you can just suck it up and hold me up for a bit…” “G-Got it?” Too delirious to properly assess her suitor, Shiori failed to recognize the sharpened downward slant of Rafael’s gaze until after she finished barking at him. In the time that she spent speaking, Rafael had all but glued his eyes to the vibrant excess of semen oozing from between her lower lips and the sex-smeared, pube-plastered state of her lower lips. Fixated as a painter by a completed piece, he initially met her demands with silence. However, this was not the answer that Shiori wished to hear. “Oi, kiiteru Y-You heard me, right?” she asked, sheepishly. Addressed at his most content, Rafael turned his gaze upwards and smile. “Yup, got it.”

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